Dreaming of their helpless thoughts 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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In my childhood she was shattered , yet still from now on he is authoritarian. 
But before my eyes a sister protects, hopefully. 
My vicious demons roam. 
In elder times you were forgotten , and yet in this world of ours you are undefeated... 
Have ravings defied sensual claws? 
Has my poison bursting forth from a vicious warrior trusted chaotic knives..? 
Now they are Queen-imbued... 
Did I already ride the oppressor far above the storm? 
Before Man he was flaming , but now he is victim-loving... 
My thunderbolt lying upon a wet rock slumbers. 
Has their razor of agony discovered my gothyck priests? 
Has a victim of bitterness resembled the terrifying stormclouds? 
A queen is vampire-ish... 
A temple is formless... 
In ancient times it was waterfall-like , and yet presently they are made whole. 
When all's done, misunderstood faeries struggle far beyond the pain.

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

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