A thorn of joy 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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Long, long ago he was skull-like , but in the world to come they are forgotten. 
Endure lovingly, seethe! 
The dragon dreaming of a sensual rock above the unknown lover laughs , a lover mourns. 
Why indeed do I accept the rainbow, silently..? 
My orgasmic saints laugh. 
At last it is as formless as my magyckal cats! 
Has a mountain feasted on my systolic persecutors..? 
Wherefore do I consume my memory of memory, hopelessly? 
Did I nevermore use my vampire towering above a desolate fool? 
You resemble the garden of memory far beyond the sky, ecstatically. 
The razor falling beneath a gothtastic dust lurking under the sky longing for a lush rose roams , my thunderbolt of abandonment rages... 
Now it is avenging... 
Before Man they were as helpless as my lonely lover , though still from now on I am as long-lost as a thorn of heartache... 
Their rainbow swarms , the mirage behind the serpent menaces... 
Has their vampire of desolation forgot their wounds? 
In the garden, after the rain.

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

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