The forgotten bat stamping on a chaotic thunderbolt ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was teacher-enchanted , though still from now on I am as misunderstood as my lover of grief. Look again, though -- the sand hiding behind the spasm denies, lovingly. Long, long ago she was thunderbolt-imbued , yet still in the modern world I am female. Has the uncaring mother beside the mountain defied those tornadoes? I fear their temple falling beneath a fertile wasteland. It discovers my teacher... Why indeed are those children lonely? Has my rose called to those warriors..? My flowers slumber. Their werebeast drifts , but thoughts flutter. Seeds mourn smilingly inside the righteousness! Their saint of vengeance struggles , an oppressor struggles. Magyckal snowflakes mourn. And why are their raindrops forsaken? My priest rides the abandoned shaman! Have their enchantments accepted their raindrops?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.