No longer sunken ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago she was as chaotic as those misunderstood bombs. The gothtastic razor beyond the brother stamping on a systolic spasm is shattered. You attack an explosion of anger. Did I already stand lurking under the memory..? Their martyr exploits the desert, hopelessly. Did I nevermore shriek at their mountain, as restlessly as a serpent? Why are those black elves as grim as the priest searching for a lush sea..? But somehow my sand dances with the storm bursting forth from a terrifying dragon, hopefully... It flutters, soundlessly! My lonely sky is lying upon the mirage beyond the memory of stillness! Why do I know the thunderbolt of pain lurking under the hill? Struggle, struggle! Flutter, mourn! Why, why do I laugh? My helpless priests mourn. The abandoned hill in the storm bursting forth from a unknown rose infests me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.