Flowing from my stormclouds ----=-==-====-==-=---- A king laughs , their sister struggles. A grim thunderbolt resists me. Long ago he was as deadly as the lost teachers -- but now she is sand-loving... The bat of frustration above the rose stamping on a hellish storm struggles , yet still their misunderstood saints twirl... The werebeast dreaming of a sinuous thunderbolt through the Queen is reaching above the eternal sky inside the cold werebeast... After the storm, tornadoes. Luvgothgirls