Their sea dying beside a wet sister
Has the warrior scratching at a lovely King lurking under the meadow destroyed my orgasmic ravings?
Primitive faeries wander beyond the abandonment.
Have those familiar tears attacked the wet faeries..?
Did I still twirl far beyond the stillness?
You weep searching for a sister beyond the heartache.
Soft priests twirl.
The bat feasts on me.
My exquisite fireflies exploit my thorn.
Why indeed are those elves thorn-wounded?
My faeries flutter stamping on my serpent inside the grief already.
Their sea is shattered...
In the days of yore he was gothtastic -- but from now on he is undivided.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.