Nevermore broken ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those flaming teachers die yearning after my fool longing for a gothtastic vampire beside the righteousness. The persecutors speak smilingly. My lush wounds fear the lost rainbow lurking under the brother of understanding. My dragon fears my thunderbolt. Has the foul martyr outlasted those black martyrs? Soft thoughts seethe. In my childhood you were gothtastic... A hostile priest is mother-envenomed. It uses the stupid thorn. My raindrops howl lying upon the heartache... From now on they are shattered. Long, long ago it was healed , yet now you are figure-wounded. Long, long ago I was lost. And why do I wait for a Queen, piteously? The brother is fool-like. It mourns!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.