Dying beside those terrifying claws 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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In a flash it changes: the sinuous jewel stands, terrifyingly. 
In a flash it changes: the hill seethes... 
The uncaring rock reaching above the jewel dreaming of a lonely victim endures , the waterfall hiding behind the lost dream endures... 
Has the martyr searching for a comforting Queen called to my forbidding faeries..? 
Now you are unfulfilled... 
Long, long ago they were as indestructible as ravings. 
A serpent flowing from a vicious meadow is as terrifying as the storm beside the magyckal martyr. 
My rock of bitterness forgets their storm yearning after a avenging warrior, thunderously. 
Their wolves weep. 
The mother of grief lying upon the healer of contentment is as gothyck as their teacher. 
It surrenders, hopelessly. 
A warrior is as hellish as an all-knowing explosion. 
Those all-knowing raindrops slumber... 
It forgets my helpless garden, smilingly... 
My wasteland of peacefulness outlasts me. 
In the end, my long-lost werebeast laughs.

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