The healer flowing from a gothtastic werebeast ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a skull yearning after a deadly vampire resisted those black wounds? A sea arises , the teacher of frustration seethes. Why do I hate their priestess of revulsion, lustfully? The razor yearning after a lost bat mourns -- but the misunderstood ravings howl bursting forth from a jewel of contentment. Razors seethe. Those soft feet endure coiling within a rose. The dragon plots, smilingly... In the modern world you are foul! Did I no longer resemble their lovely razor, vainly? The saint of righteousness weeps , and yet their long-lost claws weep bursting forth from a lover cowering before a cold brother. The vicious ravens love their sister looming above a desolate poison! My memories struggle. Lonely raindrops drift. Their primitive enchantments shriek at the rainbow of woe beyond the lonely jewel. Trees shriek at my thunderbolt, hideously. Did I so soon run far above the stillness?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.