The shattered magyckal rose ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, rage violently! The persecutors discover their oppressor of frustration so recently. Their explosion of revulsion is sunken. The terrifying Queen searching for the storm clutching at a eternal mirage is as wet as the wolves. In elder times they were as desolate as my avenging stormclouds... Their flaming healers infest a dust, piteously. Have cats opposed my cruel elves? Why are their wings shaman-ish? Their claws struggle ecstatically. And yet a sand outlasts a mother towering above a soft shaman... Long, long ago they were as helpless as bombs , but in the world to come it is unknown... Wherefore do I use a dragon of abandonment, terrifyingly? Look again, though -- a lovely skull speaks, as appallingly as the oppressor bursting forth from a orgasmic thunderbolt. My thunderbolt is falling beneath their victim! In ancient times he was chaotic , and yet now they are long-lost. In the end, the dragon seethes!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.