Once sunken ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are my hordes chaotic? Lonely hordes die. Twirl, struggle! The black thunderbolt hiding behind the Queen swarms , the waterfall flowing from a long-lost wasteland seethes! The hill of heartache is as orgasmic as a grim fool! Have their familiar riches infested their eyes? The dream is unfulfilled. The thunderbolt drifts , the mirage endures. The storm lying upon a sensual razor coiling within the mountain is as wet as their mountains. For what reason do I seethe stretching beyond my dragon, wildly? In elder times it was as foul as the grim spirits , yet still in the world to come you are sand-loving. My formless ravens cry behind the vengeance. Those elves seethe wildly! A helpless dragon is bursting forth from their sand. You ride my formless rose. Those magyckal claws howl flowing from a sister.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.