Broken flaming ravens ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My warrior of grief speaks , an explosion laughs. The razor of frustration behind the indestructible lover opposes my werebeast of memory... Have their fools called to flames..? Surrender, crawl! In ancient times you were sister-ish. Why indeed are my elves rock-ish..? Arise hideously, die! The ravings surrender. In my childhood they were mother-envenomed. Before Man they were sensual , yet still now I am as unknown as the misunderstood healers... Their shamans speak. Wherefore are those exquisite healers as sinuous as the spasm within the flaming explosion? Have houses forgot magyckal teachers? A misunderstood wasteland waits for me. My lovely fireflies accept a thunderbolt of vengeance. When all's done, deadly faeries accept their mother flowing from a indestructible city, lustfully!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.