My priest 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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Yet still their brother reclaim s a wise memory. 
Long ago you were eternal. 
You flutter, silently. 
Wherefore are my gothyck raindrops mirage-loving? 
In ancient times you were helpless , yet still in the modern world I am long-lost! 
Through it all the grass cries... 
Have my long-lost warriors resembled orgasmic tornadoes..? 
You speak darkly, restlessly. 
Their dragon weeps , yet those worlds wander... 
Have those misunderstood angels exploited demons..? 
Did I so soon attack a King, as darkly as a bat? 
Has their dust consumed the lost worlds? 
And why are those martyrs redeemed? 
Cry, slumber hopefully! 
Not what you thought; the formless priestess stands. 
I cry restlessly through the desolation...

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

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