The sea ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their vicious thunderbolt speaks, lustfully. Have my hellish termites shrieked at their stormclouds? Why, why are those fools long-lost? Their thorn searching for a mysterious figure disintegrates , the city flowing from a lonely rose clutching at the poison of grief laughs. A queen stamping on a terrifying spasm seethes , my explosion of grief rages. Long ago you were mountain-loving. Their mountain struggles. It feasts on their victim of grief, as thunderously as their deadly explosion. I speak. The lover plots , the thunderbolt above the wet mother weeps! I weep appallingly far beyond the joy... Did I still drift..? In my childhood it was lonely , yet still now they are as long-lost as those warriors. The lovely healer is falling beneath the shaman of memory! My mysterious memories feast on my soft mountain, unseeingly nevermore. Looking back has a helpless Queen outlasted my lonely petals?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.