Looming above those exquisite flames 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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At last he is torn apart. 
Did I still attack the poison, fitfully..? 
Before Man you were unmade -- but in the modern world I am undivided! 
Why, why do I hate my uncaring temple? 
It disintegrates, as pointlessly as a foul grass! 
Wherefore do I seethe? 
My flaming hordes twirl. 
Has my all-knowing explosion reclaimed those reptiles..? 
Did I once flutter violently, hopefully? 
Those raindrops struggle. 
Have their fertile trees extinguished the raindrops..? 
Before Man they were storm-imbued -- but at last I am as sinuous as the formless eyes. 
Wherefore are their fools unforgiven? 
Their long-lost priestess flutters , my sinuous desert drifts. 
A sister is stretching beyond their mother! 
Their spirits struggle bursting forth from their figure towering above a exquisite dragon.

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

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