For Craig Cornish's Contest "Ceraunophilia", Date posted July 4, 2026
I was the storm-chaser of the soul, in my psyche I felt the wafting touch of your intangible gale of charisma, rendering my love the blinding light, magnificent to sense how it strikes. But you drifted away from my entranced sight like the squally clouds across my dream sky. From the ebony edge of the night of despair storm surged with thunder of tearing strife, splintered my dream, dispersed in ornate debris. I heard the squelching echo of sadness resonate the rumbling lilt of heart’s lilac pulsation. The tempest of grief wafted the shards of my broken heart configuring an emotive fresco where I saw the beauty of sorrow dance with the lazuli lightning of mesmeric memory.
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