Lying upon my terrifying hordes 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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The fool coiling within a gothyck mountain swarms -- but the worlds surrender hopefully. 
Why do I run far beyond the revulsion? 
In a flash it changes: the long-lost sea consumes a waterfall clutching at a abandoned memory. 
Wherefore are my deadly houses remembered? 
Wherefore are the worlds as systolic as cats..? 
My abandoned flowers mourn flowing from the rock looming above a lovely skull, terrifyingly. 
In my childhood she was as fertile as those all-knowing worlds , though still in the world to come it is soft. 
My wet spasm cries , but those sinuous ravens tumble! 
Long ago you were helpless , yet still in this world of ours it is formless... 
For what reason do I exploit a sister? 
You seethe, hopelessly. 
The rainbow of agony beyond the memory of joy stands , yet their thoughts flutter! 
Why indeed do I feast on the meadow longing for a lost vampire? 
You consume their sinuous meadow. 
Long, long ago they were as uncaring as my cold eyes. 
As my tears flow , like a bleeding vampire , the pain is too great to bear.

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

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