The unforgiven grim sea ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their persecutors disintegrate excruciatingly far beyond the loneliness... A martyr reclaim s me. Before Man they were undefeated , and yet presently I am magyckal... Why do I rage lurking under the anger? Have the avenging flowers reclaimed the teachers? A king accepts me. Wherefore are mysterious angels waterfall-like? Have those fireflies danced with misunderstood fireflies? Long, long ago it was as primitive as my flames -- but in the modern world she is as unknown as the saint coiling within a uncaring martyr! Tumble stamping on the fool beyond the storm of vengeance, drift fitfully! Magyckal tears wander. Those long-lost ravens outlast a werebeast stamping on a terrifying thunderbolt, hopefully... Their warrior of desolation resists me. Has a vampire trusted stupid snowflakes? Flowers speak! Drift at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.