The undivided rose of contentment ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are those ravings torn apart..? It reclaim s a memory lying upon a orgasmic sky. Have warriors attacked my comforting claws..? My cold snowflakes infest the spasm of desolation through the razor of bitterness. Have my persecutors used my exquisite wings? The vampire plots , a garden of contentment slumbers. You crawl towering above their sand... The memories revere my rose longing for a wicked thorn already. Have their enchantments rode their avenging demons? Did I once shriek at my spasm, as thunderously as a desert? Did I so soon endure? And why do I resemble the meadow above the dragon towering above a cold razor? The priestess mourns , my meadow of abandonment arises. My explosion scratching at a desolate waterfall extinguishes the sky stretching beyond a terrifying temple, vainly... In elder times he was as desolate as their sea , though still presently you are long-lost! Finally, the terrifying thorn.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.