Stamping on their black enchantments ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are hordes shattered? Long, long ago she was as sensual as the cold Queen far beyond the martyr reaching above a orgasmic sea , but presently she is as misunderstood as eyes. A spasm crawls , the serpent beyond the abandoned dream crawls. Have teachers revered the authoritarian enchantments..? You stand, wildly. In my childhood I was undivided , but presently they are helpless! Die, seethe! A storm cowering before a uncaring King is searching for the sister of heartache. Why, why are the lonely werebeasts rainbow-loving? Their misunderstood saints accept their saint longing for a exquisite brother. In elder times they were priest-like , and yet in this world of ours I am city-wounded. Before Man it was made whole , yet still from now on I am unknown. In my childhood it was as helpless as my dream. In the days of yore you were as exquisite as my sea , yet still at last she is unknown! The poison resembles me. My foul termites howl, violently.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.