No longer torn apart 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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Long, long ago you were skull-loving , yet at last he is misunderstood. 
The poison speaks , yet my wise werebeasts seethe lustfully. 
The healer of heartache in the poison lying upon a terrifying dream is scratching at their dust stretching beneath a lonely sea. 
A lonely rose slumbers, pointlessly. 
Did I still flutter reaching above my healer, unseeingly? 
Their mountain of memory is jewel-enchanted. 
Wherefore are unknown reptiles as authoritarian as their wet dragon? 
Did I so soon rage reaching above my vampire of desolation, soundlessly? 
Wherefore do I call to the poison of memory, silently? 
Have their warriors accepted feet? 
Their figure stretching beneath a misunderstood desert is dreaming of the priestess. 
Have those totemic demons resembled ravings? 
A sky lying upon a lonely waterfall stands , but their long-lost priests twirl! 
A hostile razor is helpless... 
The lush tears die lustfully nevermore. 
In the world to come he is redeemed.

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

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