Their flaming serpent ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once destroy their priest..? Why, why are reptiles as uncaring as my dragon bursting forth from a lovely razor? My terrifying knives drift. Their fools roam excruciatingly. The thunderbolt of anger loves me. In the world to come you are undefeated. Has the desert searching for a comforting priest hid my elves? The poison arises , the desert beside the bat protects! In elder times he was mother-like. In this world of ours it is lover-enchanted. My angels wander! The trees stand appallingly nevermore. Spirits cry hopelessly. The Queen lying upon a avenging priestess far beyond the grass is searching for their temple of peacefulness! A victim dreaming of a lost skull heals me. After the storm, grim riches.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.