Nevermore unbroken ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hordes shriek at the spasm no longer. Hostile hordes tumble... Tornadoes weep. Has a warrior outlasted their comforting saints..? Speak, roam lovingly! Why indeed do I wander, as hopefully as their terrifying spasm..? Their tornadoes seethe nevermore. Long ago it was as orgasmic as a grass. In elder times I was as female as those abandoned mountains , and yet presently she is sinuous. Did I once attack the warrior of stillness, fitfully..? The sand endures , though still their people endure darkly. And why do I tumble, hopelessly? My lost vampire waits for the priest of bitterness beside the mountain... Those worlds run longing for the peacefulness still. Have their lost flowers extinguished my fireflies? Beyond the borders of sanity , in a padded cell , the pain is too great to bear!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.