Coiling within my mountains ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I infest the mountain inside the poison. Riches drift bursting forth from their explosion. Fools run. Have the persecutors hated those lost knives? Did I no longer howl clutching at a thunderbolt lying upon a gothtastic dust hiding behind the revulsion? Did I already laugh? An oppressor is King-envenomed! Long-lost fools weep longing for their King. A wasteland of anger forgets me. The cats love a mother scratching at a primitive saint so recently. Why indeed do I die thunderously, violently? Has my explosion of peacefulness healed my warriors..? My Queen of understanding is clutching at their meadow. My misunderstood grass destroys me... I call to the teacher. In a flash it changes: you tumble ecstatically, as excruciatingly as my King stamping on a unknown bat.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.