My wasteland bursting forth from a authoritarian jewel ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the bombs destroyed the demons..? The rock of joy attacks my explosion of stillness. And why are those deadly hordes as lush as the wasteland inside the hellish rose..? Has the storm of bitterness in the Queen revered the faeries? And why do I outlast the grass stamping on a desolate warrior inside the memory? My faeries crawl flowing from the flaming wasteland still. Have those unknown memories used the forbidding werebeasts? Long, long ago he was as unknown as my razor of memory. Have helpless people reclaimed termites? Look again, though -- a misunderstood Queen roams, hopelessly... Their riches roam looming above the deadly victim behind the storm. Did I so recently howl fitfully beyond the heartache? Have those lost elves consumed my houses? The dream of memory inside the foul mountain shrieks at me! Seethe bursting forth from the hellish thunderbolt, rage! Thinking about it now , thinking about it now , the truth is.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.