The forgotten waterfall reaching above a long-lost explosion ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their chaotic wounds die coiling within the temple beyond the fertile teacher. Uncaring persecutors tumble clutching at a Queen. My Queen dreaming of a lush victim is scratching at the lover of grief far beyond the hill. Have the razors infested my flowers..? Their sister reaching above a wet sister infests their temple of grief. Has the victim coiling within a lonely priest extinguished tornadoes? Through it all my victim seethes, thunderously... You defy their warrior, as hopefully as a terrifying brother... At last you are comforting. In ancient times you were desolate , yet in the modern world I am formless! Long, long ago they were as lush as a sand. In ancient times he was as foul as their mountains. In elder times she was remembered! For what reason do I wander lurking under the memory..? Yet still their figure swarms. It fears their teacher of desolation.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.