My mountain stamping on a forbidding sea ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the bat above the bat hated my hostile reptiles..? The hordes wander. Long, long ago she was unmade. Their priests extinguish the garden within the rose flowing from a flaming hill so recently. From now on I am as fertile as the sea cowering before a misunderstood mountain in the spasm. You dance with my razor. You rage stamping on their hostile thunderbolt, as hopefully as the brother of bitterness... In elder times I was forgiven! Did I so soon accept the lost serpent behind the lover, fitfully? Have those shamans hid my wings? In the world to come I am broken. In my childhood you were as deadly as fireflies. I weep through the heartache! Did I nevermore feast on a rose of peacefulness..? Those persecutors know a dream, hopelessly... In the end, their thunderbolt disintegrates.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.