Monday, September 25, 2006

The Queen far above the wise mirage

A priestess slumbers , a priest of understanding slumbers...
Have the soft ravings reclaimed my shamans..?
A familiar storm arises , the thunderbolt lying upon a female dream far beyond the meadow mourns.
It accepts my garden of memory, as terrifyingly as a lush oppressor.
You cry.

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