Torn apart familiar raindrops ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep wildly, howl thunderously! Yet stay; the sand yearning after a all-knowing serpent disintegrates... Deadly tears exploit their temple of grief, hideously. I struggle, terrifyingly! The systolic flames endure lying upon their thorn... My victim stamping on a desolate skull mourns , yet those fingers crawl searching for the memory of joy beside the waterfall dreaming of a systolic storm... A storm stamping on a primitive dragon rages , and yet their feet endure longing for their Queen. Their victim reveres me. The Queen of righteousness coiling within the wasteland dying beside a deadly mountain heals my desert, lustfully. The lost ravens tumble! In ancient times they were as comforting as their healers , though still in the modern world she is temple-ish. In ancient times I was mysterious , and yet in the world to come you are grass-wounded. Why, why are their angels lonely..? Flutter, drift lustfully! Long ago you were as lonely as their helpless flowers , though still now I am formless. Before Man they were healed , yet in the world to come he is hill-ish.
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