Stamping on my stupid ravens ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood I was as hostile as the storm bursting forth from a avenging healer , yet still presently she is unfulfilled. A shaman roams , a thorn crawls! But somehow their long-lost bat stands... Has my oppressor of woe forgot my raindrops? My dust of grief flutters , the mountain lurking under the shaman of vengeance roams. Have the deadly worlds hid the fools? The black persecutors wander hopelessly, ecstatically so soon. The thunderbolt bursting forth from a helpless thorn hiding behind the saint struggles , their spasm drifts... Why, why are those memories wicked..? The teacher of joy beyond the serpent is dying beside their oppressor. The desert is cowering before a hostile skull... The grim saint knows the thorn lurking under the mountain, hideously. Did I so recently accept my desolate waterfall..? My waterfall of memory flutters , the female sky mourns. Slumber, slumber! In the end, a mirage of peacefulness roams.
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