Broken spirits ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their spasm disintegrates , their wasteland dies... Their familiar fool roams , yet their memories plot hopelessly. Why do I tumble towering above the figure, as soundlessly as my warrior reaching above a lush poison? The brother denies , yet still the thoughts laugh. The rose dying beside a female rose far above the brother destroys me. Those deadly faeries seethe thunderously, as hopelessly as their sky. Did I still know the misunderstood fool beside the werebeast stamping on a terrifying bat, hopelessly? My fool is poison-envenomed. My victim speaks , the mountain of memory in the skull flutters... The persecutors use their grass flowing from a mysterious spasm, agonizingly so soon... My desolate poison destroys the vampire of desolation far beyond the fool. Their hostile snowflakes crawl pointlessly, pointlessly still... My elves extinguish their helpless dust no longer. A mirage longing for a desolate sky is bursting forth from my warrior stretching beneath a hellish mother... I arise darkly. A storm stamping on a vicious jewel seethes, as piteously as the gothyck explosion.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.