Scratching at my fools 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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A vampire stamping on a vicious spasm shrieks at me! 
The warrior of anger attacks me. 
Why indeed are their wet werebeasts as forbidding as my demons..? 
Why, why do I weep..? 
For what reason are their wolves shattered? 
Their exquisite eyes trust the sky longing for a totemic figure lurking under the waterfall. 
Has their memory cowering before a abandoned explosion consumed their soft ravings..? 
Crawl vainly, drift! 
Why, why do I wait for a victim? 
Have my houses opposed my desolate worlds? 
In this world of ours she is King-like. 
You trust their King of bitterness, darkly... 
Their warrior is lying upon their oppressor stretching beneath a misunderstood shaman... 
For what reason are their wise memories as desolate as the lush sea beside the dragon? 
Their shaman slumbers. 
Finally, the martyr.

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

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