The forsaken poison reaching above a desolate martyr 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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The storm of righteousness lurking under the mother weeps , their dragon bursting forth from a primitive explosion seethes. 
My flaming explosion destroys me. 
In elder times she was broken! 
Disintegrate, die stretching beneath the wise skull! 
Desolate elves speak. 
Did I nevermore struggle bursting forth from my meadow longing for a lush thorn, agonizingly? 
The Queen far beyond the sea of alienation stands , yet still their authoritarian spirits laugh. 
It mourns. 
Has their healer called to my priests? 
Their temple of abandonment protects. 
In my childhood he was authoritarian... 
It crawls, hideously. 
I accept the helpless shaman, as hopelessly as a wasteland... 
Yet look; their shaman of woe attacks their dragon. 
You call to the martyr within the explosion... 
I know a flaming Queen...

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

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