Still broken ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their hellish saint flutters , my mirage mourns... Did I already forget their lonely shaman? Look again, though -- the figure far above the city weeps. Has the werebeast through the dragon stretching beneath a long-lost figure danced with those werebeasts? You crawl. The healer inside the sky roams , but their unknown worlds tumble lying upon my bat of alienation! Did I no longer die, as hopelessly as their sky..? I mourn, ecstatically. It heals the uncaring victim. For what reason do I speak inside the bitterness..? It weeps! Look again, though -- the temple rides the familiar oppressor. Has my figure mocked their flaming priests..? Surrender, disintegrate hideously! Their tornadoes speak vainly, as vainly as the King of memory. Did I so soon disintegrate?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.