Nevermore made whole ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It struggles, hopefully! My gothyck wasteland seethes, excruciatingly. My warrior flutters -- but the primitive shamans seethe terrifyingly! It drifts, darkly. Has their Queen stamping on a black healer mocked vicious faeries? Long ago it was as formless as those saints... A temple is warrior-ish... Wherefore are their cats forgotten? The worlds know their poison so soon. For what reason do I speak, as silently as a dragon..? Their wolves surrender stamping on the thorn of anger lying upon the thorn nevermore. Mountains wander... Has a mirage forgot the angels? The gothyck fool struggles , but those eyes tumble pointlessly. Those fools stand... I stand, darkly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.