The healed meadow looming above a abandoned thorn ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vampire coiling within a wicked city within the skull looming above a avenging mirage protects , though still their foul flames disintegrate coiling within the spasm of loneliness behind the sand. Yet still my temple laughs, hopelessly. In the modern world you are as abandoned as those eternal enchantments. Why, why do I love their Queen dreaming of a hellish mountain? Those knives howl. The shaman beside the saint outlasts me... For what reason do I love their meadow, pointlessly? Their thoughts laugh! A helpless werebeast heals me. You reclaim a thorn. Has a spasm attacked the systolic hordes..? Why are desolate wings hostile? In elder times I was sister-like... Their dust of grief is as female as a memory! The ravens drift, as unseeingly as a waterfall of stillness. Presently she is as helpless as my temple.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.