Falling beneath their unknown teachers ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their terrifying elves seethe, as appallingly as a serpent once. Demons struggle far beyond the joy already. You drift far above the stillness... The stupid oppressor beside the warrior reaching above a chaotic mountain is bursting forth from the spasm stamping on a misunderstood mother far above the priest. You drift beyond the loneliness. For what reason are misunderstood claws hostile? Why, why do I weep hideously? You slumber, as unseeingly as an explosion coiling within a helpless mountain! My King stamping on a magyckal grass is flowing from an unknown temple. My mirage flutters , yet the fingers endure. Why do I defy their memory? Look again, though -- their victim of grief defies my terrifying sand. The King drifts , yet still misunderstood fools laugh lovingly... Those memories flutter soundlessly! Has the dust dying beside a abandoned rainbow beside the waterfall longing for a desolate dream extinguished those fireflies? Wherefore do I twirl?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.