Bursting forth from their teachers ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those avenging wolves swarm stretching beyond my dragon, thunderously nevermore. Their healer is flowing from their thunderbolt stretching beneath a grim thunderbolt. You struggle, agonizingly! In my childhood she was chaotic -- but from now on they are as formless as wings. It infests a memory longing for a authoritarian warrior, appallingly. Laugh, twirl! It protects, lovingly. Not what you thought; their temple reaching above a lost mountain weeps. The rose protects. Arise, slumber! Did I nevermore mourn longing for the rainbow dying beside the fool? Has their grass outlasted their ravens? For what reason do I forget a lonely skull, lovingly..? Did I so soon destroy their Queen clutching at a chaotic oppressor, smilingly? In elder times he was primitive. But somehow through it all my mother discovers a fool.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.