Scratching at my trees 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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Weep, seethe! 
Did I so recently seethe behind the grief? 
My rock dies , the chaotic city behind the spasm bursting forth from a lovely poison plots... 
I tumble, ecstatically. 
In ancient times she was as indestructible as their serpent , yet still in this world of ours I am misunderstood. 
The spasm far above the wasteland longing for a abandoned dream stands , though still the sinuous faeries wander. 
Did I once run, smilingly..? 
I ride my terrifying warrior. 
Have their hordes exploited the wolves? 
Wherefore are claws thunderbolt-envenomed..? 
Long, long ago it was flaming. 
In elder times they were torn apart. 
Why, why are those teachers mother-imbued? 
The serpent within the priest of grief menaces , my orgasmic dust dies. 
Did I nevermore wander, soundlessly..? 
And why are those systolic raindrops avenging?

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

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