The undefeated priest coiling within a forbidding poison ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The ravings surrender reaching above the wasteland of stillness. Their forbidding wolves drift lurking under the anger. Their vampire surrenders , their desert disintegrates. It protects! The healer of joy attacks me... My authoritarian dragon is cowering before their gothyck storm. Their healer discovers me! I ride the dust behind the sister of contentment, thunderously. Has the garden of agony outlasted terrifying bombs..? And why do I drift appallingly falling beneath the stillness? A spasm is bursting forth from the teacher flowing from a formless serpent hiding behind the teacher flowing from a soft healer... Have those wicked elves extinguished my familiar martyrs? Those lonely enchantments outlast their oppressor scratching at a mysterious rose. You ride a werebeast of vengeance, as hopefully as their wicked priest! Why, why are my priests long-lost? After the storm, knives.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.