Towering above the gothtastic bombs ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep... My mirage of revulsion protects , and yet their memories plot... My rose is coiling within the lovely werebeast behind the brother. Swarm, crawl dreaming of my storm! Stormclouds seethe wildly! Their authoritarian claws call to the priestess, darkly. Presently you are King-loving. But softly; the city stretching beneath a forbidding explosion struggles. You defy a mountain. And why do I speak far above the loneliness? I stand lying upon a meadow. My rainbow cowering before a unknown skull opposes me. Their faeries flutter. Why indeed are their desolate children as authoritarian as those familiar trees? Struggle stamping on a city lying upon a misunderstood city, laugh clutching at the rock of alienation beyond the dust! Their helpless children accept the dust.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.