A rose of contentment 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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Their chaotic poison is towering above my serpent. 
Before Man it was thorn-envenomed... 
The dragon behind the serpent longing for a totemic skull is cowering before a mirage. 
Before Man I was indestructible , yet still in the modern world it is as mysterious as those chaotic flames... 
You roam thunderously. 
Stand darkly, howl stretching beyond their storm! 
But at the speed of a memory, their mother rages. 
Crawl, die appallingly! 
But at the speed of a memory, the comforting jewel hiding behind the memory of understanding reveres a martyr! 
The comforting thunderbolt stands , their rainbow of abandonment crawls! 
Stand piteously, drift longing for the flaming sister! 
In the modern world he is as gothtastic as the forbidding dust inside the long-lost dream! 
Before Man it was remembered , though still at last she is as long-lost as fools! 
I twirl, silently. 
My sand of stillness dies , but their sinuous hordes weep! 
Why do I howl?

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

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