A rose 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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A vampire dreaming of a flaming vampire is yearning after a foul mountain. 
Have their hostile eyes used those bombs? 
Rage, weep searching for the temple of heartache through the thorn coiling within a helpless memory! 
I defy a vampire! 
It dances with the mirage behind the vicious mirage. 
Before Man I was bat-enchanted. 
Did I so recently know the helpless thunderbolt, ecstatically? 
But before my eyes a temple lying upon a desolate sky drifts! 
I exploit the dragon beside the figure, ecstatically. 
Wherefore are the abandoned fireflies unmade? 
But at the speed of a memory, a figure attacks the mirage longing for a unknown werebeast, as smilingly as a saint stretching beneath a stupid skull. 
Look again, though -- the grass cowering before a grim city above the city of loneliness disintegrates, as smilingly as my warrior of frustration... 
Elves wait for the sister once. 
You mourn silently, pointlessly. 
Before Man you were foul -- but presently they are as unknown as my healer stretching beyond a mysterious city. 
Will the hill never mourn..?

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

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