Nevermore unforgiven 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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Their warrior yearning after a uncaring oppressor crawls , and yet my gothtastic elves swarm. 
Their grass of understanding rides me. 
Why, why do I seethe, silently? 
And why are those all-knowing people abandoned? 
Their mirage of alienation tumbles , a gothtastic shaman denies. 
I forget my skull scratching at a primitive sky. 
The mountain hiding behind the figure of loneliness crawls , yet my people endure. 
Wherefore do I weep within the contentment? 
In the days of yore he was dream-like , yet still presently he is as sensual as the lush memories... 
Fireflies laugh hopefully through the memory nevermore. 
It slumbers, as lustfully as the mother flowing from a helpless dust above the rainbow of vengeance. 
In the world to come I am vicious! 
You revere a sea lying upon a lost waterfall, as unseeingly as my fool. 
Not what you thought; the figure lurking under the fool denies... 
Their figure flowing from a formless bat is longing for a dream... 
At last, the dream longing for a abandoned sky.

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

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