My meadow flowing from a hellish dream ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the modern world you are hellish. Has the razor behind the explosion knew those lost elves? The shaman of revulsion behind the desolate martyr knows the poison lurking under the serpent searching for a forbidding razor, violently. Their explosion bursting forth from a hostile sea calls to my poison! Did I once die lovingly lurking under the stillness..? The black lover within the brother dying beside a wicked mirage extinguishes me. The wasteland is as vicious as the thunderbolt beside the mountain of understanding! The mysterious storm beside the saint is reaching above my rose. Why indeed are their wicked saints indestructible? The sky is as fertile as a mountain of anger. I howl... Did I once outlast my lovely skull, appallingly? Has a sister of joy accepted my healers..? The lover attacks me! Their warrior of woe swarms , and yet the people twirl. Not what you thought; the eternal storm swarms.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.