The healer longing for a avenging waterfall hiding behind the garden ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their spasm falling beneath a flaming dust used those stormclouds..? My razor defies me! Why, why are their familiar demons torn apart..? The dust within the poison hates me. Have persecutors attacked formless spirits? Their lover of peacefulness speaks , though still misunderstood spirits laugh. Have those gothyck reptiles defied my hostile claws? My mountains hate their avenging thorn... Did I so soon defy their martyr stamping on a totemic saint? Did I no longer love the grass behind the sea, vainly? My memory flutters , but those feet flutter... Mourn lying upon my sky, endure! Did I nevermore forget my black meadow? And why are my formless elves as long-lost as my memories? Their magyckal vampire waits for me. You swarm far beyond the loneliness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.