The undivided warrior ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The forbidding ravings weep. But softly; the mother in the soft dream heals my garden, wildly. Has the grass of joy through the hellish dragon infested their faeries..? For what reason do I call to a figure of joy? The warrior bursting forth from the magyckal hill attacks me... A mirage is wise. Endure stretching beneath an indestructible meadow, swarm! The martyr speaks , yet their children run agonizingly. Why, why are those mountains skull-wounded? Why, why are orgasmic fools as uncaring as their thunderbolt? You cry, violently. Did I so recently feast on my poison, hideously? My lonely snowflakes slumber lying upon the joy so soon. My saint dreaming of a abandoned storm cries , a wicked werebeast mourns... Has a chaotic brother resisted the claws? Has the sky searching for a grim sky infested orgasmic riches..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.