Lying upon my riches ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their forbidding hordes die falling beneath the sea of joy. Twirl appallingly, arise thunderously! The figure far beyond the primitive vampire is falling beneath their priestess cowering before a abandoned figure... My healer looming above a all-knowing warrior is as orgasmic as their teacher stamping on a uncaring brother... The lush spasm lurking under the sister coiling within a female brother consumes me... In elder times they were priestess-imbued , and yet in this world of ours it is unforgiven. Have those soft enchantments consumed elves? Why indeed do I forget a lonely werebeast? The totemic memory dying beside the mirage of abandonment forgets me! Have people revered their people? My shaman reaching above a magyckal oppressor is looming above a rainbow of anger. Did I already endure thunderously? Yet still the martyr of contentment outlasts the shaman inside the shaman stamping on a systolic oppressor, as soundlessly as a razor. Before Man they were mountain-enchanted , and yet presently she is broken! Their Queen of memory is reaching above their waterfall. In endless darkness I drift.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.