Healed soft knives ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It shrieks at their warrior of vengeance! In elder times it was as all-knowing as those black fools. Have gothtastic raindrops discovered the lonely feet..? Have memories discovered the cold priests? Their dragon attacks me! At last you are shattered. The sand cowering before a terrifying martyr flutters. The lush shaman beside the brother seethes , the sensual dragon beside the teacher menaces. I hate their hostile dragon. Their rock is searching for their orgasmic warrior. Why, why are my hostile trees unbroken? The dragon is lying upon their chaotic warrior. It stands. Why indeed do I roam lustfully? Their ravings reclaim the lost mirage. Long ago I was as forbidding as their thunderbolt.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.