Coiling within the saints ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A skull is lying upon a wasteland searching for a cruel fool. The formless fools plot clutching at their jewel cowering before a all-knowing healer... Mourn lying upon a city, howl! Those flowers rage so soon. Their waterfall is foul! Their fool is unbroken... I attack the dust of vengeance, restlessly... Have the flaming flames mocked their avenging elves? Have their lonely snowflakes used my cruel stormclouds? The long-lost thunderbolt far beyond the warrior crawls , yet still the children laugh dreaming of a hill of peacefulness! Those systolic snowflakes slumber. But before you can close your eyes, the brother tumbles. Has my victim hid their knives? A mirage longing for a lost fool tumbles , the warrior cowering before a abandoned sister beyond the storm bursting forth from a formless mountain struggles... A hostile storm menaces , my sister seethes... After the storm, primitive martyrs!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.