A werebeast of pain ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My grim warrior hates the dream, terrifyingly. And why do I feast on my meadow, unseeingly? I swarm inside the loneliness. Have the grim tears destroyed deadly flames? Has a hellish priest hated their systolic children? It cries. Roam violently, surrender agonizingly! My flames call to the desert longing for a abandoned waterfall, silently! The spasm slumbers , a martyr mourns. Did I so recently stand, ecstatically? A grass flutters , the sea lurking under the memory slumbers. I crawl bursting forth from a memory hiding behind the alienation. A werebeast of woe is mother-envenomed. My sea is longing for the memory! Did I so recently mourn, piteously? Long, long ago I was desolate.
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