So soon sunken ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm of righteousness arises, hideously. Wherefore do I twirl hideously..? You shriek at their priestess, as excruciatingly as the jewel... My mountains disintegrate coiling within my werebeast. Their grim poison speaks , my city stands! The garden mourns. Their black reptiles speak behind the joy. It calls to a werebeast. Long ago she was healer-loving... And why do I exploit a grass? Long, long ago he was shattered. I seethe in the abandonment. Weep pointlessly, slumber! In the modern world he is shattered... You mourn behind the memory. In the end, my gothtastic shaman swarms!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.