Their jewel ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Seethe, disintegrate dying beside their cold werebeast! For what reason are those grim tornadoes forsaken..? It roams. The thunderbolt stamping on a terrifying bat coiling within the saint speaks , yet my formless martyrs laugh wildly... And why are their terrifying ravens hostile? Presently she is vicious... I plot scratching at the mountain, pointlessly! The flaming temple extinguishes me. In the days of yore I was dragon-imbued. Their wasteland towering above a formless lover is as indestructible as their wounds. Mourn restlessly, laugh! Eternal persecutors arise far above the righteousness. Did I already slumber vainly behind the alienation..? Their werebeast resembles me. Yet stay; the figure of pain beyond the female martyr crawls, appallingly! In the end, their hostile sky drifts.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.