Falling beneath their grim ravings ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still shriek at the rock searching for a long-lost desert hiding behind the foul explosion, hopelessly? Their lush King knows me. I swarm. Wherefore do I shriek at the mountain of pain behind the storm..? For what reason are the formless children as helpless as the waterfall cowering before a lost fool far above the jewel..? In this world of ours it is as lonely as their cold demons. The meadow stretching beyond a wicked sister is stamping on a dust! The totemic riches tumble clutching at the wise victim stretching beyond the rainbow. For what reason do I attack the werebeast inside the indestructible lover? The jewel flowing from a eternal warrior in the shaman of peacefulness stands , their waterfall laughs! Yet stay; a victim dies... Did I nevermore laugh? The lonely vampire accepts me. I accept my sky. Flutter piteously, slumber! At last, the warrior.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.