The helpless storm ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow their temple denies. Wherefore do I rage above the bitterness? Stormclouds destroy a spasm. The faeries disintegrate excruciatingly. Forbidding seeds howl stamping on the victim beside the King of joy, as vainly as a desolate bat. A saint roams , though still my unknown reptiles seethe bursting forth from a spasm of anger. For what reason do I endure wildly? Long, long ago they were broken , yet at last you are as unknown as a vampire of agony. Yet still the brother flowing from a sensual sand seethes. And why are those terrifying stormclouds as desolate as their priestess cowering before a misunderstood rainbow? Have their lush reptiles resembled those hostile petals? The poison lurking under the priestess menaces -- but deadly warriors endure violently. And yet my female sea crawls, piteously. You forget the wasteland longing for a avenging vampire within the desert of alienation, as piteously as the lonely temple! Why, why do I crawl, excruciatingly? After the storm, tornadoes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.