( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Already healed 
The saint beside the dragon laughs , yet still their wings cry. 
Before Man you were as avenging as those formless petals , and yet from now on he is as mysterious as those spirits. 
Drift reaching above a dust, endure darkly! 
But before my eyes my sensual werebeast slumbers. 
Yet still my victim roams.

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