( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Healed people 
In the darkest night I slumber , and yet arise... 
Those razors seethe flowing from my mountain. 
In the world to come she is as soft as those elves. 
Wherefore are gothyck fools as magyckal as my priest? 
Presently you are as gothtastic as my faeries.

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