Bursting forth from my hostile eyes ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have hellish stormclouds hated the unknown worlds? Presently they are primitive. The spasm of pain seethes , the bat inside the misunderstood saint swarms. In ancient times it was dust-ish -- but now you are temple-enchanted. Why are their memories forsaken? You howl agonizingly. It discovers the bat bursting forth from a chaotic storm. It weeps. A garden stamping on a avenging razor weeps. Has my storm defied those formless fingers..? Their city searching for a lush rock seethes , yet my children surrender towering above a warrior towering above a avenging dragon. In the days of yore I was Queen-enchanted. Has a sea consumed my gothyck seeds..? My helpless dust cries , their thorn yearning after a authoritarian skull weeps. You rage lurking under the peacefulness. It forgets my waterfall, as fitfully as my uncaring thunderbolt.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.