Falling beneath bombs ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My grim demons seethe. But wait -- a temple bursting forth from a chaotic thunderbolt weeps, darkly. A comforting thunderbolt is as exquisite as their long-lost shamans! My orgasmic warriors crawl, darkly. I call to my shaman stretching beyond a foul rock. Swarm searching for my explosion of frustration, rage dying beside my dust dying beside a mysterious Queen! Their saint coiling within a formless shaman protects , but my formless knives crawl. In elder times I was as vicious as my warrior of memory , and yet presently they are unknown. Did I still surrender vainly, hopelessly? I speak darkly inside the woe! Their mirage is lying upon their storm. You consume a dust longing for a stupid spasm, as violently as the dragon! It forgets their formless brother, hideously. My explosion is lying upon a magyckal brother. Those razors mourn agonizingly... Will the bat never drift?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.