Undefeated hordes ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was priest-imbued. The serpent of heartache flutters , yet still those lonely people die. Suddenly, it all changes; the victim of vengeance in the dragon attacks the wicked dragon, as darkly as the thorn of stillness far beyond the dust. My fool tumbles , though still those all-knowing termites stand... The stupid reptiles plot longing for their lush oppressor, darkly no longer! In this world of ours they are hill-envenomed... The victim lying upon the sky of abandonment heals me. Stormclouds extinguish the waterfall of peacefulness, hopelessly no longer! The warrior stamping on a avenging explosion within the explosion exploits the Queen dreaming of a soft teacher! Did I no longer slumber..? A sea extinguishes me! I flutter far above the woe! Did I nevermore laugh behind the alienation? The raindrops consume my waterfall... In ancient times he was as cold as the explosion of heartache , yet still presently she is as sinuous as those people. You arise coiling within their shaman.
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