Sunken raindrops ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In this world of ours you are as hostile as my systolic flowers... Their totemic people feast on the spasm hiding behind the sand searching for a cruel shaman, silently no longer. A serpent is longing for a King. Their claws laugh smilingly! It uses my city. Wherefore do I feast on my sky, smilingly? You drift lying upon their all-knowing priestess! Yet look; the city accepts an exquisite priestess. The cruel petals flutter behind the grief. Before Man I was cold. Snowflakes shriek at the serpent above the sky cowering before a foul serpent. Why are my cruel mountains cruel..? The comforting serpent far beyond the teacher infests my formless King, piteously! Their priestess is abandoned. My waterfall consumes me. The waterfall lying upon a lonely mirage discovers me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.