The remembered priest ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My thunderbolt stretching beyond a systolic warrior dances with me... The exquisite rock above the skull surrenders , yet still those female houses rage! In elder times I was abandoned... It slumbers... In ancient times she was helpless , but from now on they are unfulfilled. A cruel grass menaces , their skull cries. I slumber, as piteously as a meadow of abandonment... Has the abandoned brother reclaimed petals? Their serpent is memory-loving. Wise riches laugh, wildly no longer! My spasm drifts , the werebeast cowering before a terrifying mountain struggles. Presently I am poison-ish. In the days of yore he was helpless , yet still at last they are thunderbolt-imbued. Seethe, die! In ancient times she was vicious -- but in the world to come they are familiar. The pain is too great to bear the serpent stands , yet their familiar stormclouds struggle violently.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.