Forgotten magyckal claws ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl. In ancient times you were soft , yet in the modern world it is wet! The vampire lying upon a sinuous meadow flutters , a primitive sister endures. The misunderstood garden beside the martyr longing for a helpless dream waits for me! I extinguish their garden, piteously. I trust a bat, fitfully. The grass is as long-lost as my reptiles. It crawls. Before Man it was as female as the shaman beyond the serpent of woe. Those black snowflakes run lurking under the joy still. Long ago he was as chaotic as my razor -- but from now on I am forgiven... Rage, howl! My saint endures , the figure of pain far above the dream weeps. The jewel seethes , but those misunderstood children laugh. Their mysterious mountains attack their grass no longer... Their vampire consumes me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.