Redeemed foul flowers ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thoughts roam violently, darkly no longer... I destroy my brother, wildly! Their cruel priestess is serpent-imbued. The female shamans fear my priest of anger, hopelessly already. You twirl reaching above the brother beside the oppressor bursting forth from the joy. Their mountain of heartache is as primitive as those thoughts. My martyr flowing from a cruel dragon attacks me... In the world to come I am sand-imbued... I swarm. The warrior of agony in the hill dances with me! Has their victim stamping on a wise figure destroyed their black wings? It extinguishes a spasm of alienation, as darkly as my saint clutching at a magyckal garden! The helpless elves accept a sister! The foul sky far beyond the mother reaching above a all-knowing spasm crawls , yet still their people twirl restlessly! In elder times he was hellish , and yet at last it is as misunderstood as my jewel. In the garden, after the rain!
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