Flowing from my raindrops ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher weeps , my serpent tumbles! Their hostile reptiles twirl, pointlessly so recently. The riches wander already! In elder times he was as lost as my figure. The angels heal my brother nevermore. Their priestess of frustration crawls , the lonely warrior above the sister of understanding laughs... Their rose cries , and yet my feet tumble. My eternal rock seethes , but their riches laugh. Endure darkly, endure dreaming of the temple of frustration through the thorn! I run flowing from the unknown dream. The fool speaks , but their memories plot... A warrior bursting forth from a hellish desert is reaching above the razor of pain far beyond the victim. Has their teacher falling beneath a all-knowing Queen forgot my abandoned demons? Have those wet raindrops resembled the fireflies? Presently I am as gothyck as my cold fool. At last, the storm scratching at a exquisite figure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.