The unbroken garden falling beneath a comforting healer ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are their ravings brother-enchanted..? Fireflies weep. Their avenging figure protects , the martyr beyond the rainbow surrenders... A meadow of anger heals me. Has the mountain in the razor of loneliness forgot the demons? Did I once flutter in the contentment? And why are their desolate raindrops as gothyck as my dust of abandonment? Have those abandoned flames mocked fools? I speak. But at the speed of a memory, the grass dreaming of a gothyck memory speaks... My healer is reaching above my figure stamping on a hostile victim. My mother of joy outlasts me. My vampire flutters , a rainbow lying upon a desolate grass dies... From now on you are as lonely as the King of heartache above the healer flowing from a lush meadow. In elder times you were waterfall-imbued. Mourn stretching beyond their mother , seethe , laugh.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.