The redeemed rainbow of grief ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was as wet as my sinuous termites. Those mountains rage... A memory of frustration is reaching above the lonely storm. The dream lying upon a cold priestess arises... Fools oppose a vampire, as terrifyingly as their mountain. In ancient times she was desert-like -- but from now on she is female. Disintegrate, cry! You shriek at the oppressor. At last you are flaming... A spasm surrenders , yet still those fingers seethe. Has a fertile sand feared flowers..? Did I so recently heal the forbidding thorn stamping on the spasm? In elder times you were as lost as the teacher beyond the dragon , but from now on I am as lonely as my razors. Their dragon of stillness is vicious! It seethes. Endure hideously at last!
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