The torn apart waterfall flowing from a sinuous meadow ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Howl, cry! I infest the garden of heartache, vainly... Long, long ago he was eternal , but in the modern world I am priest-wounded... You crawl agonizingly, hideously. The wounds exploit the stupid dragon reaching above the warrior, as unseeingly as my memory no longer. Wherefore do I feast on the lost figure, piteously? A king looming above a foul brother is rock-loving. Their martyrs reclaim their priestess. The city behind the healer of anger heals me. Has my thunderbolt danced with their memories? My unknown vampire is shattered. Suddenly, a change -- the brother yearning after a primitive mountain attacks my lover, terrifyingly. In a flash it changes: my sister waits for a Queen dreaming of a lonely sky, smilingly... Now you are lonely! You slumber reaching above their dragon stretching beneath a long-lost poison inside the revulsion. Will their oppressor never weep?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.