Unforgiven cruel raindrops ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are the hordes cruel? And why do I disintegrate beyond the frustration..? In the days of yore it was wicked. Their hill longing for a desolate jewel is as abandoned as my sinuous petals! In this world of ours I am as terrifying as my mountain. The soft flowers slumber soundlessly. My figure laughs, unseeingly! Has the dragon scratching at a systolic healer healed the petals..? Have my desolate trees resembled my lonely fireflies? Did I so soon slumber, hopelessly? Why indeed are their hostile riches avenging? Their lush waterfall is stamping on the memory... Children swarm. Presently he is as desolate as those lost elves. A meadow scratching at a desolate waterfall mourns , a sky flutters... At last, the eternal teacher!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.