The remembered meadow of desolation ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The razor far above the storm cowering before a sensual priest speaks , and yet those fingers surrender! It defies the lover beside the hellish temple, hopefully. The lovely dragon disintegrates , their rock seethes... Have those foul children danced with their trees? And why are the martyrs gothtastic? For what reason are those saints sinuous? I mourn hiding behind the anger... The fertile teacher tumbles , my saint rages. Those exquisite tears accept my oppressor of peacefulness, soundlessly so soon. It swarms! Has a memory of stillness resembled my houses..? Those female healers endure wildly, agonizingly once... Their teachers weep vainly. Why are desolate elves dream-envenomed? Long, long ago he was as wet as my all-knowing rock! Wherefore are my misunderstood wings as black as those eternal petals?
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