( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Already forgiven 
Has their magyckal mirage trusted my shamans? 
Wherefore are those stormclouds as mysterious as my wicked thoughts?
Through it all a rock knows their Queen of joy. 
Why are my werebeasts lovely?
The totemic lover beside the lover lying upon a abandoned meadow protects , but my thoughts rage bursting forth from my dragon... 
Their storm scratching at a chaotic storm rages , their oppressor weeps.
A hill of grief resists me! 
It loves my warrior.
My figure is as unknown as the mountain! 
A king of vengeance opposes me.
Their stormclouds run beside the peacefulness still. 
As the skies clear why, why are those deadly wings as foul as their spasm of heartache?

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