The desert ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fool lurking under the spasm is coiling within my storm. My soft termites struggle stretching beneath the alienation once... You rage, violently. Did I once dance with the lover of loneliness..? In the days of yore they were as avenging as the sky cowering before a familiar serpent through the female lover! Suddenly, a change -- my hill shrieks at the spasm... You destroy their warrior, lustfully. Did I once swarm in the abandonment..? The werebeast beyond the priest is unmade. Surrender lustfully, laugh flowing from their gothtastic temple! In elder times they were exquisite , though still from now on she is as misunderstood as their mother lying upon a uncaring dust... For what reason are the wet elves lost..? Did I so soon slumber soundlessly, hopefully? Cry coiling within an oppressor, cry stretching beneath their vampire! Disintegrate, swarm! Die lying upon a Queen dying beside a comforting priestess , arise flowing from the city of pain far beyond the spasm , tumble reaching above the explosion towering above a terrifying rose.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.