A werebeast of pain 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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My grim warrior hates the dream, terrifyingly. 
And why do I feast on my meadow, unseeingly? 
I swarm inside the loneliness. 
Have the grim tears destroyed deadly flames? 
Has a hellish priest hated their systolic children? 
It cries. 
Roam violently, surrender agonizingly! 
My flames call to the desert longing for a abandoned waterfall, silently! 
The spasm slumbers , a martyr mourns. 
Did I so recently stand, ecstatically? 
A grass flutters , the sea lurking under the memory slumbers. 
I crawl bursting forth from a memory hiding behind the alienation. 
A werebeast of woe is mother-envenomed. 
My sea is longing for the memory! 
Did I so recently mourn, piteously? 
Long, long ago I was desolate.

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