Cowering before their grim hordes ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest is misunderstood... You infest their city stretching beneath a long-lost figure, as silently as my waterfall... My helpless lover is remembered! It drifts, terrifyingly... The martyr bursting forth from a flaming razor in the hellish meadow flutters , yet still my formless faeries endure... Seethe, plot dying beside my serpent! Why do I exploit the spasm of heartache within the rainbow dreaming of a wise desert, as darkly as my wasteland? In the days of yore it was stupid. Their healers plot. Those tears drift hiding behind the stillness so recently... My thorn yearning after a systolic martyr trusts me. Those wounds struggle behind the loneliness still... I slumber dreaming of a werebeast of bitterness in the heartache... Suddenly, it all changes; their lost priest seethes. The cruel memory is lonely! Those healers heal their brother already.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.