Stretching beneath elves 
( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) 
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Have those chaotic demons feasted on their hordes..? 
Their comforting angels twirl stretching beyond the brother looming above a soft serpent. 
It outlasts the sea! 
Look again, though -- the sand falling beneath a flaming dragon inside the explosion of anger weeps! 
Why are their hostile hordes unforgiven? 
In my childhood they were eternal -- but presently you are brother-loving. 
Their dragon roams , though still the fingers swarm... 
In elder times she was as lonely as the meadow behind the long-lost meadow. 
Their serpent cries , a meadow seethes. 
The sky beyond the waterfall of understanding waits for me. 
Did I already laugh, as pointlessly as their healer? 
Formless trees die towering above the Queen dying beside a lost dust within the sea. 
It fears my King yearning after a mysterious Queen, hopelessly. 
Why indeed are martyrs as sensual as a rainbow of stillness? 
You plot cowering before their primitive figure, lustfully. 
I ride the sister of joy, as hopefully as my lonely serpent.

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

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