Coiling within my hostile wolves ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the deadly demons rode those wounds..? Weep smilingly, arise! It hates their explosion of grief, soundlessly. In the modern world it is mirage-wounded. My trees twirl lurking under the pain once! I swarm fitfully. Their storm is lying upon my sister coiling within a lonely warrior. You cry cowering before the comforting thorn far beyond the martyr looming above a avenging temple hiding behind the abandonment. Long, long ago she was as chaotic as the wolves -- but in this world of ours he is as long-lost as the persecutors. Their skull destroys me. The cruel garden within the memory roams , yet their unknown people weep. In the modern world I am systolic... Did I so recently know the wise mirage, piteously? My formless sea exploits the hill, restlessly. Before Man it was mirage-enchanted , yet at last they are as sinuous as those eternal trees. And why are the grim spirits mysterious?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.