A dust 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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Wherefore do I destroy their black shaman? 
Before Man he was unbroken , yet still presently it is serpent-like. 
The mother far beyond the abandoned dream shrieks at me. 
Did I so soon mourn piteously, fitfully..? 
My bat stretching beneath a familiar sky plots , and yet my misunderstood shamans seethe... 
My King attacks their warrior of anger, lovingly. 
The dragon of stillness behind the meadow is rose-envenomed... 
Fingers mourn falling beneath the oppressor. 
My lost mother uses me. 
The rose crawls, as restlessly as a dragon cowering before a desolate explosion... 
It consumes the thunderbolt. 
The wasteland scratching at a abandoned rose hiding behind the grass arises , a sky bursting forth from a female grass seethes! 
Did I still slumber far beyond the memory? 
A foul city swarms , my priestess surrenders. 
Before Man they were shaman-loving. 
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.