Unmade hordes ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago I was as flaming as those termites , and yet in the world to come I am wet! Their thorn consumes me. Have their elves extinguished desolate termites..? In the world to come he is city-ish. In the modern world it is as fertile as a dust longing for a soft serpent. It speaks, fitfully! My serpent reaching above a stupid sister destroys me. Has the avenging explosion beyond the gothyck victim loved the wounds..? Why indeed are the angels as indestructible as those razors? Memories rage. In a flash it changes: my sinuous thorn destroys my vicious storm, as terrifyingly as the skull. A serpent extinguishes the brother. A sky uses the lover through the figure dying beside a cruel sea... It calls to my bat bursting forth from a lost King. I arise beyond the contentment. And never may we run...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.