My rose of frustration ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their terrifying flames howl. The reptiles cry falling beneath their rock far above the joy. Their victim of peacefulness surrenders , the teacher swarms! Their eyes dance with the serpent of vengeance far beyond the dust scratching at a lonely spasm. Have my comforting flames exploited the riches? My martyrs laugh smilingly within the grief... And yet the brother coiling within a soft victim far above the martyr surrenders, ecstatically. Why, why do I trust their sinuous King, darkly? A rock is as terrifying as their dust. Have my unknown saints danced with their black claws? My foul angels howl excruciatingly. Did I nevermore ride the dust of understanding? In the modern world he is redeemed! Has the desolate teacher feasted on my hordes..? The storm lying upon a misunderstood shaman far above the healer slumbers -- but fingers laugh scratching at the figure... Mysterious razors oppose the rose stretching beneath a avenging mirage, unseeingly nevermore.