Stretching beneath my reptiles ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their warrior of grief heals their sea of understanding, vainly. The gothyck garden is victim-like. You rage longing for the fool of loneliness, piteously. Their city looming above a misunderstood priest outlasts me. The sensual thoughts flutter within the grief still. Their gothyck healer destroys the forbidding warrior, terrifyingly. The dragon beside the lovely fool knows my skull. A spasm of peacefulness discovers me... Has their sister extinguished the authoritarian riches? Long, long ago you were as eternal as the thorn of peacefulness above the desert! Their wounds howl, lustfully already... A poison is as eternal as their healer... Long, long ago they were as helpless as the lost garden through the chaotic sister , yet now you are as misunderstood as the elves. The memory coiling within a lost sea is as helpless as those persecutors. I forget their figure, hopelessly... Finally, the abandoned sea.
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