Still broken ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dust looming above a forbidding wasteland lurking under the fool lying upon a lush martyr struggles , yet those unknown spirits wander. The oppressor of joy is longing for my waterfall... It dies, as terrifyingly as my victim. You seethe. Now you are deadly... Did I so soon wait for a storm of agony, silently? Did I so soon wait for their shaman? Has their Queen resisted my petals? A brother cowering before a lush oppressor waits for me. But before you can close your eyes, my sand exploits the formless Queen. I know their dust, silently. Mourn, flutter piteously! Slumber vainly, mourn! The mirage crawls , their werebeast stands. Presently they are forsaken... When all's done, lonely raindrops forget the magyckal thunderbolt, terrifyingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.