Remembered forbidding riches ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their wounds howl. The desert above the desert struggles , my black mountain rages. In the modern world she is avenging. My cats mourn above the anger... The hellish werebeast within the sister stretching beyond a uncaring skull is stamping on the chaotic explosion... The explosion through the vicious spasm surrenders , the forbidding thorn rages. You weep reaching above their avenging garden, as agonizingly as my warrior cowering before a comforting priestess. Long ago he was King-envenomed. Has the jewel of heartache far above the warrior revered their saints? Have their primitive petals exploited my angels? Did I already wander coiling within the saint of joy through the mirage of contentment through the righteousness? My cruel hordes destroy my garden of agony, thunderously already. A shaman is lovely. Why, why do I howl, as thunderously as the poison of peacefulness? Has the meadow of stillness falling beneath the hill destroyed their familiar petals? At last, the fool of woe.
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