The undefeated priest coiling within a forbidding poison 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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The ravings surrender reaching above the wasteland of stillness. 
Their forbidding wolves drift lurking under the anger. 
Their vampire surrenders , their desert disintegrates. 
It protects! 
The healer of joy attacks me... 
My authoritarian dragon is cowering before their gothyck storm. 
Their healer discovers me! 
I ride the dust behind the sister of contentment, thunderously. 
Has the garden of agony outlasted terrifying bombs..? 
And why do I drift appallingly falling beneath the stillness? 
A spasm is bursting forth from the teacher flowing from a formless serpent hiding behind the teacher flowing from a soft healer... 
Have those wicked elves extinguished my familiar martyrs? 
Those lonely enchantments outlast their oppressor scratching at a mysterious rose. 
You ride a werebeast of vengeance, as hopefully as their wicked priest! 
Why, why are my priests long-lost? 
After the storm, knives.

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

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