( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Made whole tornadoes 
Long, long ago faeries trusted. 
And why do I weep? 
Their dust longing for a terrifying fool fears me. 
My oppressor cries , the sister slumbers. 
In the days of yore she was healed , yet from now on he is long-lost. 
Has the shaman scratching at a female jewel behind the temple of desolation reclaimed memories?

See jbrowse.com for the original code. The online version available there has been throwing a 500 for some time now, hence this page.