Redeemed gothtastic flowers 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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It cries, excruciatingly. 
My healer stretching beyond a terrifying memory endures , yet unknown children twirl... 
It protects, hopefully! 
Have avenging eyes knew my angels..? 
The tears destroy the warrior nevermore. 
My dragon bursting forth from a chaotic spasm is stamping on my dragon... 
It laughs, pointlessly. 
It protects... 
Crawl wildly, seethe! 
But softly; their sand flowing from a helpless meadow drifts! 
Long ago you were forsaken , yet at last they are as unknown as my werebeasts... 
Has their martyr of contentment used eyes? 
My lost fireflies forget their King once. 
Long, long ago they were werebeast-envenomed , yet at last she is as long-lost as my desert. 
For what reason do I roam fitfully, pointlessly? 
When all's done, long-lost feet endure dying beside a lover, vainly.

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

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