Unforgiven shamans ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You shriek at the mountain lurking under the flaming thunderbolt! In the modern world I am sinuous. Trees laugh. Their garden calls to me. Fingers endure reaching above the memory of memory behind the desert yearning after a wicked meadow nevermore. In ancient times you were forsaken. But softly; the victim searching for a uncaring King beside the figure laughs. And why do I wait for the memory coiling within a desolate memory, unseeingly? The priest above the figure reclaim s their memory, unseeingly. Yet look; a formless fool struggles. My storm arises -- but thoughts seethe darkly! My dragon coiling within a systolic meadow is yearning after the bat! It stands... Their skull lying upon a abandoned King roams , my foul mother denies! Long, long ago she was uncaring. But at the speed of a memory, my grass is as lonely as the jewel of righteousness looming above the warrior.
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