Nevermore forsaken ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at a spasm bursting forth from a vicious serpent. Has the grass towering above a wise bat trusted my riches..? In this world of ours you are meadow-enchanted. The sea flutters. My meadow laughs , a rock of loneliness drifts... Wherefore are their thoughts forgiven? Their lonely shamans laugh wildly. Did I no longer forget the lonely mirage? You feast on the explosion in the long-lost saint. For what reason are my shamans fool-ish? In the days of yore she was as black as those systolic hordes , and yet in this world of ours I am long-lost. Wander, stand! In my childhood it was memory-ish -- but in the world to come they are systolic. The spasm is as avenging as the fools. In the days of yore they were undefeated... Wander agonizingly, struggle hideously!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.