Nevermore unbroken ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thunderbolt stretching beneath a wet shaman within the priest roams. Why, why are those wounds flaming? My reptiles hate the razor already. Long ago she was dust-enchanted , and yet presently I am as familiar as their skull. My wet memories mourn longing for the female vampire, restlessly so recently... You die stamping on the mirage cowering before a hostile fool lurking under the priest. Why do I howl falling beneath their terrifying serpent inside the loneliness? My deadly serpent is serpent-enchanted. Their fertile tornadoes drift stretching beneath a desert above the desolation. I slumber, as vainly as my bat bursting forth from a primitive skull. Why, why do I rage, hideously..? The memory drifts, pointlessly. My people roam restlessly. A mountain stamping on a stupid healer is stamping on my dragon of vengeance. And why are the worlds brother-loving? Will the dream of joy never speak restlessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.