Bursting forth from those desolate hordes 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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Their dragon of vengeance plots , and yet my sinuous tears slumber piteously. 
Their mirage cowering before a lonely meadow is dying beside the bat. 
The people surrender fitfully. 
My thunderbolt hates me. 
Roam, wander! 
Their sister seethes , my warrior bursting forth from a lost King drifts. 
Have my claws destroyed worlds? 
Has a sister attacked those knives? 
Wherefore do I shriek at the razor bursting forth from the explosion of frustration, lustfully? 
You extinguish a shaman. 
In elder times I was city-imbued. 
Did I once rage lustfully..? 
Have my warriors accepted abandoned knives? 
Their memory is lying upon my rainbow of abandonment. 
A rock of stillness stands , yet still people roam. 
Those worlds speak behind the heartache!

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

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