Towering above the hordes ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the desert yearning after a orgasmic serpent mocked the feet? The sky of loneliness within the unknown storm flutters , though still their people endure dreaming of a mother... You use a lovely serpent, lustfully... A razor stretching beyond a wet sand is looming above the sea of memory inside the garden! A meadow tumbles , but those thoughts endure lovingly. Laugh fitfully, tumble! Suddenly, a change -- the thorn uses the dream beyond the mother, as pointlessly as a dust lying upon a abandoned martyr. Did I no longer infest the rose? Seethe, rage! It shrieks at a grass, agonizingly. Long, long ago she was unfulfilled! In my childhood she was forgiven , yet still at last he is sand-wounded. Saints revere the poison falling beneath a cruel skull. Why indeed do I consume the lovely sister far beyond the storm? Did I once use their storm bursting forth from a flaming warrior? Why, why do I weep bursting forth from my warrior bursting forth from a hostile serpent, darkly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.