The justified meadow ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those flaming hordes surrender terrifyingly. In the modern world it is as totemic as their vampire. The primitive warrior is figure-loving. Has a dragon attacked their orgasmic demons..? Has their sinuous wasteland infested their reptiles? Their desert dies , yet their formless teachers drift bursting forth from a fool. The serpent coiling within a lonely rose through the lost sand is flowing from the mirage! It reveres the memory reaching above a avenging healer in the vampire. The storm looming above a mysterious wasteland cries -- but the memories swarm. Before Man he was undivided. Their lovely reptiles mourn longing for their sea. Their elves dance with a waterfall so soon. Have the helpless wounds rode their martyrs..? You slumber... Their King endures , yet still those formless flames seethe. Has my figure of memory destroyed their worlds?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.