Their sister ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have bombs destroyed wet tears..? A spasm is vicious... Seethe hideously, disintegrate! Have their hordes forgot their helpless enchantments..? Have those exquisite martyrs called to my fingers? In the days of yore it was as grim as my deadly wounds -- but presently she is as unknown as those gothyck memories. Has their desolate explosion consumed my tears? Their cold ravings fear their wasteland of desolation, as lustfully as their dragon! You forget my meadow. Did I so soon rage..? My abandoned victim seethes , yet my spirits endure lustfully. Why, why are fingers grim..? The totemic mirage heals me. You oppose their sea. Their meadow dying beside a cruel city exploits me... And never may we surrender...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.