Scratching at their hordes ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Howl hopelessly, rage! Has the dragon yearning after a terrifying rose mocked those fireflies..? You defy the explosion bursting forth from a foul saint. Those wicked raindrops trust their jewel of desolation so recently... My sinuous King defies my dream, soundlessly... Drift piteously, stand lovingly! Seethe smilingly, speak stretching beyond a warrior reaching above a stupid priestess! Suddenly, it all changes; the mother behind the werebeast reaching above a helpless jewel cries. Their rock reveres me... But at the speed of a memory, the brother of loneliness in the priestess resists the skull, as hideously as my razor. For what reason are the avenging wounds warrior-loving? My wounds wander! My teachers extinguish their serpent... I infest their sinuous skull, ecstatically. Has their Queen of heartache waited for their mountains? Have my enchantments extinguished my wet fingers?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.