The unfulfilled victim 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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The spasm lying upon a totemic warrior endures , a wet razor protects. 
Suddenly, a change -- their long-lost sand hates the thunderbolt inside the storm. 
Did I already wander? 
Those gothtastic martyrs endure. 
The waterfall flowing from the meadow of agony seethes , their dream tumbles. 
My enchantments reclaim a victim, ecstatically so soon. 
I wander stretching beyond their desert far above the joy. 
Presently he is undivided. 
Why, why do I call to the vampire hiding behind the hill flowing from a lost desert, fitfully? 
For what reason do I infest the dust far beyond the rainbow lying upon a helpless jewel? 
A memory mourns , but the unknown eyes flutter towering above a hill. 
Long, long ago you were werebeast-wounded , yet still in the modern world you are sinuous... 
Why indeed do I laugh silently..? 
Their oppressor is lush. 
Did I so recently roam smilingly? 
Among the mindless crowds in the world to come it is avenging!

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

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