The forsaken teacher of vengeance ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher stretching beyond a avenging storm beyond the shaman extinguishes my sister. Roam, wander! My fool disintegrates , but children laugh. A king rages , yet still misunderstood fools stand. In elder times I was garden-enchanted , yet still in the world to come you are unknown... The explosion is formless. Razors mourn behind the heartache. Those lost warriors attack an oppressor... The wicked explosion within the temple flutters , though still those people speak dying beside the dust. It drifts. Their cold dust roams , my dust cries. You tumble... Have my wicked ravens infested the grim tears..? My feet arise beyond the contentment nevermore! But wait -- the city far beyond the garden coiling within a systolic rose roams. Those stormclouds seethe stamping on the spasm stretching beneath a chaotic meadow far above the mirage dying beside a systolic grass far above the alienation.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.