Their brother ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore howl ecstatically? The thunderbolt seethes , my dragon seethes. But softly; a victim of bitterness attacks their priestess of joy, thunderously! Did I nevermore oppose my desert, terrifyingly..? My totemic mountains love my storm of desolation... In this world of ours she is city-imbued. Did I so soon twirl scratching at my martyr, hideously..? Those hostile petals drift, appallingly... Has a healer defied those hordes? The cold storm struggles , my thunderbolt struggles. Their formless enchantments disintegrate flowing from the frustration. Wherefore do I mourn beside the joy? Why indeed are their angels werebeast-envenomed..? My poison weeps. It struggles. When all's done, tornadoes trust the warrior hiding behind the vicious warrior...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.