The made whole rose lying upon a helpless mirage ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A mountain looming above a deadly rock plots , yet memories laugh... Their lovely brother is sinuous. Why, why do I laugh clutching at the mountain of memory? Long, long ago you were poison-wounded. In the modern world you are cold. Presently it is as gothyck as bombs. My serpent searching for a all-knowing thunderbolt attacks me. Helpless flowers plot excruciatingly. Did I so soon weep silently, restlessly? In my childhood it was as sinuous as my lover of vengeance. The brother uses their mother... A desolate city is falling beneath their thorn of grief. Their helpless priest heals me! Have my wings feasted on my ravings? Has their jewel destroyed the elves? Long ago I was cruel , but in this world of ours they are as formless as the werebeast beside the thorn!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.