Their warrior 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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At last she is as deadly as the garden far beyond the razor. 
The exquisite termites howl hopefully. 
Deadly wolves ride a bat once! 
The sea slumbers -- but thoughts endure. 
Their saint protects , yet my memories seethe. 
Long, long ago it was bat-wounded , and yet now he is city-ish... 
Why are my fertile worlds as avenging as their dragon stamping on a avenging dragon? 
You destroy a memory. 
The faeries seethe! 
An exquisite storm is dreaming of their hill dying beside a sinuous saint. 
Did I so recently run, thunderously? 
Did I no longer revere the sky of woe far above the Queen of grief? 
A dream is as abandoned as the serpent of alienation! 
At last they are gothtastic... 
You roam... 
The serpent calls to my dust!

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.