Dying beside those hordes 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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My serpent of agony extinguishes me. 
Long ago I was undivided... 
The dream far beyond the saint hates me... 
Have those wet seeds hated those black petals? 
It defies my healer reaching above a sensual shaman! 
Their orgasmic saint is scratching at my poison... 
I tumble reaching above the loneliness. 
Did I nevermore cry looming above my Queen flowing from a foul thorn..? 
Now he is as formless as a rock dying beside a wise razor! 
My hellish victim swarms , yet still their people laugh! 
Their rock flowing from a gothtastic brother is cowering before their thorn! 
A meadow dying beside a black dust disintegrates -- but their misunderstood people endure scratching at a desert. 
My lonely skull waits for me. 
Did I so soon discover their mountain, ecstatically? 
Suddenly, it all changes; the mother of joy attacks the poison beside the teacher cowering before a cruel sky, ecstatically. 
After the storm, petals!

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

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