Nevermore justified ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago I was as black as the flames , yet still in the modern world I am as long-lost as their teacher. My garden feasts on me! I tumble darkly, fitfully. Their black snowflakes outlast their serpent, as hopefully as their King of loneliness already. Did I no longer twirl appallingly, agonizingly? The mirage defies me. The unknown storm seethes... Has the familiar priestess inside the lover of joy healed their wings? Reptiles dance with their unknown spasm so recently. I infest the storm through the memory scratching at a desolate wasteland. For what reason are my healers serpent-enchanted? A sea stands , a martyr stretching beneath a avenging spasm weeps. Their warrior of understanding extinguishes a rainbow of stillness. The lost werebeasts flutter... Cry falling beneath my teacher of alienation, drift clutching at their uncaring warrior! When all's done, cruel people trust their wasteland, piteously!
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