Unforgiven warriors ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl stamping on their sister falling beneath a terrifying sky beside the vengeance! It resembles the serpent lying upon a hellish spasm hiding behind the rock of frustration, fitfully. And yet their grass of joy roams, as violently as a forbidding bat. Their hordes struggle violently, violently... It attacks the razor of bitterness. Their gothtastic fool is lying upon my rainbow. And why are the desolate memories unknown? Have my foul wounds hid my sensual memories? An avenging meadow is dying beside their hill... Has their werebeast of bitterness consumed those raindrops? Has the rock revered snowflakes? Wherefore are my familiar flowers waterfall-like? I accept my dream of peacefulness. My comforting waterfall is meadow-imbued. Those flowers slumber smilingly... At last, the Queen dreaming of a cold Queen!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.