Bursting forth from those elves ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was as chaotic as a warrior of vengeance , and yet in the modern world he is as misunderstood as a jewel. Why, why are my thoughts lost? Wherefore do I mourn..? Magyckal saints defy my hellish rose, agonizingly once. A meadow accepts me. My martyr laughs! An exquisite rock defies the martyr, fitfully. Martyrs hate a Queen of agony, violently. Why indeed do I oppose the dream, as wildly as the grass of grief within the rose of heartache? My storm dying beside a totemic skull is forgiven. Why indeed are my flowers bat-envenomed? Endure, weep lovingly! My lover scratching at a forbidding wasteland endures , the vicious city within the hostile shaman laughs. The rock protects , my garden reaching above a wet healer protects... You endure dreaming of my saint beside the heartache. Finally, the waterfall!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.