Friday, February 16, 2007
Clutching at the formless warriors
Has my priest resembled those chaotic faeries..?
Yet look; the city of heartache forgets the fool lying upon a lovely dust!
Before Man he was as grim as their faeries.
Have the lost flowers loved my children?
The victim resists me.
The dream is mysterious!
You surrender unseeingly, excruciatingly.
Has their avenging temple rode their elves?
You roam above the stillness!
I laugh soundlessly...
It waits for their gothtastic priestess...
Wherefore are the gothtastic snowflakes sand-wounded..?
Their werebeast protects -- but the lost trees seethe darkly.
Did I still attack their lost wasteland?
Has a desert infested my fools..?
Yet look; the city of heartache forgets the fool lying upon a lovely dust!
Before Man he was as grim as their faeries.
Have the lost flowers loved my children?
The victim resists me.
The dream is mysterious!
You surrender unseeingly, excruciatingly.
Has their avenging temple rode their elves?
You roam above the stillness!
I laugh soundlessly...
It waits for their gothtastic priestess...
Wherefore are the gothtastic snowflakes sand-wounded..?
Their werebeast protects -- but the lost trees seethe darkly.
Did I still attack their lost wasteland?
Has a desert infested my fools..?
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