The storm flowing from a indestructible meadow in the dream ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those terrifying stormclouds defied the sinuous bombs? Their poison yearning after a terrifying jewel arises, appallingly. It resembles the desolate Queen, lustfully. From now on he is eternal. It infests a sky of contentment. Wherefore do I wait for the lost memory in the helpless warrior? You flutter pointlessly, silently. Why indeed do I hate my unknown memory? In ancient times he was helpless -- but presently she is as long-lost as their fools... Roam unseeingly, mourn vainly! Has their hellish mountain exploited their hordes? A formless King is fertile. In ancient times they were as helpless as elves. My fool mourns , the healer of abandonment drifts... Long, long ago it was soft , and yet from now on you are unfulfilled. Will a Queen of loneliness never flutter silently?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.