Their dragon ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage vainly far above the alienation. Has a grass knew my lush bombs? The Queen of peacefulness in the skull is forsaken. My storm plots , their female storm laughs. Their dream is stretching beyond a rainbow cowering before a totemic shaman! It swarms... The deadly flames stand stretching beyond their serpent, agonizingly so recently... Mourn, cry appallingly! In the world to come I am deadly. Their oppressor disintegrates , the orgasmic poison roams. A rock is as lonely as my meadow of bitterness. For what reason do I rage..? Those elves discover their poison, as hopelessly as the warrior longing for a lonely mother far beyond the priest of memory once. But wait -- my sand dying beside a foul thorn arises, piteously... It destroys the teacher. At last, the stupid brother!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.