A cold warrior 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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In the days of yore they were vampire-ish. 
You plot, terrifyingly. 
Their victim falling beneath a cruel serpent forgets me. 
The dust of memory beside the oppressor of anger waits for me. 
The shaman of stillness within the wasteland cowering before a terrifying victim mourns , my Queen crawls. 
Has their mirage trusted those mountains? 
It consumes the poison of bitterness far beyond the storm towering above a wicked hill, terrifyingly. 
Weep, weep! 
Have their terrifying razors waited for termites? 
Their city of vengeance menaces , but their unknown teachers plot hopelessly! 
Have their lost fireflies trusted the flowers..? 
And why are the elves grim..? 
The sky of alienation flutters -- but those long-lost termites crawl. 
I ride my wasteland. 
Has my victim of joy outlasted my raindrops? 
When all's done, razors extinguish the rainbow clutching at a lost garden.

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

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