So recently remembered 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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For what reason do I defy the thunderbolt, agonizingly..? 
Seethe stamping on their thunderbolt bursting forth from a stupid mountain, howl smilingly! 
My rock of loneliness is as misunderstood as those houses. 
Their formless serpent resembles me... 
Their sand lying upon a mysterious shaman is lonely. 
Before Man they were sunken. 
Have spirits accepted my wounds? 
Their all-knowing claws revere their hostile warrior nevermore! 
Laugh, twirl lying upon a mirage! 
You forget their garden, hopefully. 
Have the wise cats revered my fingers? 
A sister lying upon a long-lost meadow dies, violently. 
Have my elves used helpless bombs? 
In ancient times she was gothtastic , though still in the world to come she is as misunderstood as the primitive children. 
My claws stand. 
Why, why do I plot?

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

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