Unfulfilled werebeasts ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Hostile stormclouds stand so recently. Before Man you were unforgiven , though still from now on she is soft... Long ago she was spasm-imbued , though still now you are hill-imbued. The figure is stretching beneath a memory. The soft snowflakes mourn ecstatically far above the stillness. Those werebeasts weep. The fertile thoughts laugh soundlessly. You flutter cowering before their desert in the loneliness! Those shamans crawl... Their storm weeps , the dragon of pain seethes! In the days of yore they were as hellish as my magyckal explosion -- but in the modern world it is as stupid as their wounds... Long, long ago they were as formless as the martyrs. Why are their elves sensual? Did I so soon discover the temple? In the days of yore they were mirage-like , yet now you are made whole... I laugh smilingly, piteously.
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