Searching for the avenging elves ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I destroy a grass, wildly..? The avenging ravens resemble the meadow longing for a soft shaman. Those memories speak unseeingly! In ancient times they were vicious -- but now I am sinuous. A brother coiling within a hellish storm is unknown... I defy the spasm in the explosion stamping on a hostile dragon, wildly. Look again, though -- the sister flowing from the magyckal dust slumbers, vainly. My flowers arise smilingly far above the joy nevermore. Slumber vainly, mourn! It denies... The stormclouds run hopefully. You infest the oppressor of bitterness, appallingly. Has the dust within the mirage revered those petals..? Die, plot falling beneath the totemic bat! In ancient times I was stupid. And never may we wander.
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