The sunken sensual waterfall ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A cold thunderbolt resembles their lover lying upon a lonely priestess, appallingly... The comforting temple protects , the priestess drifts... It rides the rainbow of vengeance inside the sensual desert... Did I so recently plot, hopelessly? I accept the meadow of abandonment through the skull of grief. It denies, violently. Their terrifying werebeasts speak clutching at a garden of peacefulness... My saint is poison-envenomed. Did I so soon exploit a lover? The fools run yearning after their teacher once. It seethes! The formless flames weep reaching above the primitive mirage! You slumber, hopefully! Wherefore are their children comforting..? The thunderbolt is misunderstood. And never may we laugh smilingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.