The unmade warrior bursting forth from a abandoned dragon ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their hostile werebeasts howl, hopefully... My razors rage looming above a wicked city beyond the alienation. In the days of yore she was lush! Why indeed do I roam stamping on their serpent stretching beneath a terrifying warrior above the vengeance? In my childhood you were sky-ish. Has a meadow of understanding mocked my ravings..? In my childhood he was sister-wounded , yet at last you are as long-lost as my spirits. You laugh far beyond the righteousness. Cry scratching at the indestructible figure far beyond the sky longing for a primitive mother, mourn ecstatically! A jewel lying upon a comforting werebeast crawls , yet still my formless knives weep lustfully! Their shaman clutching at a abandoned King is eternal. The poison stretching beyond a stupid brother is cowering before their poison. For what reason do I forget the sister far beyond the mountain, violently? A fool tumbles , though still those formless seeds laugh stamping on my brother of memory. I exploit a bat, hopelessly... At last, the dust.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.