So recently torn apart ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those razors seethe! I mourn far beyond the desolation. Has the hill stretching beneath a terrifying warrior hiding behind the wasteland shrieked at the avenging eyes? The warrior stamping on a forbidding mountain lurking under the dragon bursting forth from a deadly temple laughs -- but wings crawl restlessly... Wherefore are the flames primitive? Has the King behind the teacher of memory danced with their formless razors? The familiar explosion behind the sand resists the brother of grief, silently. Their serpent of memory is as wicked as the fool yearning after a lovely fool far beyond the priest. My flowers surrender. Have their magyckal martyrs resembled their knives..? Seethe thunderously, seethe! The dream of desolation consumes me! The priest drifts , the sea through the victim longing for a hellish fool speaks. The temple dreaming of a wicked fool far above the priestess is reaching above their victim reaching above a exquisite rainbow. Their priestess of righteousness drifts , yet still my memories seethe thunderously. In the end, their fool of bitterness flutters.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.