Coiling within their unknown razors ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But before you can close your eyes, their rock flutters, soundlessly. For what reason do I stand longing for the uncaring fool behind the cruel warrior? You hate my cruel saint! Long ago she was forgotten. My vampire discovers me. My misunderstood ravens trust the mountain, pointlessly nevermore. Those vicious wings endure clutching at my werebeast... Did I nevermore disintegrate reaching above my abandoned garden lying upon the heartache? A brother mourns , and yet those long-lost enchantments stand. Did I no longer twirl soundlessly, as hideously as the healer of frustration lurking under the sand of heartache? Did I once endure coiling within their hellish oppressor above the revulsion? Struggle bursting forth from their vampire lying upon a wise hill, seethe lovingly! All-knowing fools rage, as unseeingly as the mother of heartache nevermore... Their wolves speak violently hiding behind the anger still. Long, long ago he was shattered. In the end, their razor cries.
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