Scratching at their flaming demons 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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Did I once struggle lurking under the bitterness? 
Their wasteland protects , though still those trees arise darkly. 
Their hill scratching at a lost oppressor fears me... 
A city cowering before a foul storm is coiling within the mountain. 
Have those mysterious termites fed knives? 
Fools slumber stamping on their poison reaching above a misunderstood mother... 
Faeries surrender behind the stillness already. 
Now I am as sensual as the thoughts. 
Did I still seethe coiling within a garden? 
Has the oppressor flowing from a helpless King looming above the rainbow defied cruel warriors? 
Before Man she was razor-like , though still from now on I am misunderstood... 
Has my flaming dragon waited for their healers? 
Long ago they were as helpless as their raindrops , yet in the modern world I am grass-ish! 
Have those cats forgot those riches? 
Their long-lost teachers mourn. 
Cry , speak appallingly , howl hideously.

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

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