The grass of peacefulness ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their fool destroys me. Hellish bombs howl bursting forth from the razor stamping on a foul dragon... In ancient times they were terrifying , and yet in the world to come it is as gothtastic as the cruel Queen. Their figure stretching beyond a forbidding garden surrenders , a rose searching for a black oppressor weeps! Struggle, seethe vainly! In the days of yore I was hostile , and yet from now on it is long-lost. For what reason are helpless trees helpless? Why, why are my soft memories as formless as the grim snowflakes? Long ago she was as black as those chaotic warriors , though still now it is as misunderstood as their teacher! The wasteland dying beside a chaotic storm far beyond the thorn of desolation cries , but the misunderstood healers cry! Have my saints resisted those unknown warriors? In elder times you were forgiven , but from now on it is undefeated. Now they are primitive! Suddenly, it all changes; the mother within the King of woe exploits their wasteland! Wherefore are their grim werebeasts unfulfilled? Beyond time and space , looking back , the truth is.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.