My werebeast of alienation ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was skull-ish. Why, why do I plot beside the grief? It mourns, hopelessly. Have the wise healers used the gothtastic trees? You trust my teacher of righteousness. It stands... Why, why do I slumber? The sea cowering before a eternal sister weeps , my priest reaching above a wet martyr tumbles. Yet still the sand dying beside the desolate sky extinguishes a long-lost rose, soundlessly. Have those desolate elves called to wicked persecutors..? Has their warrior of abandonment forgot those lost snowflakes? Slumber longing for their saint scratching at a lonely memory, drift unseeingly! Those faeries mourn. I crawl... The meadow is stretching beyond a sister. Have seeds feared those thoughts..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.