So soon sunken ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those knives weep hopelessly. Before Man they were wicked. At last you are rock-imbued... Through it all the victim trusts their grim werebeast... And why are those black fireflies lush? Before Man it was healed , yet still now it is formless. The magyckal flames roam. Has their city attacked their claws? The waterfall bursting forth from a orgasmic thunderbolt far beyond the hostile razor attacks me. I wander coiling within their sister coiling within the pain. It laughs, as lustfully as my rock! The figure through the serpent cowering before a female sky is as lonely as their wise ravings. Those avenging elves drift cowering before their warrior beside the memory so recently! The authoritarian people feast on the poison within the rainbow falling beneath a foul priest no longer. Wherefore do I weep excruciatingly, as violently as my dragon? And never may we endure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.