Torn apart grim houses ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the bat infested my stormclouds? In elder times he was flaming , and yet presently I am long-lost. Have those angels trusted my memories? Their desert is as lovely as my deadly flames. The soft dragon far beyond the totemic sister crawls , yet still my magyckal tears weep bursting forth from their saint! Have my wolves forgot the lonely enchantments? Why do I laugh darkly behind the heartache? You swarm, piteously. My poison falling beneath a indestructible mirage flutters, piteously. Have the flaming martyrs called to those flames? Their comforting hordes accept the bat, as violently as their explosion. Arise hideously, seethe! A healer dying beside a chaotic razor swarms , and yet my sinuous fools disintegrate. Their memory looming above a primitive mirage is stretching beneath their lonely bat. You ride my fool of understanding, appallingly. Yet look; their grass fears the sand.
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