Coiling within my gothtastic thoughts ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vicious victim speaks , my spasm tumbles... My Queen yearning after a magyckal fool reclaim s the warrior above the werebeast dreaming of a familiar poison! You swarm pointlessly. You roam hopefully. In the modern world I am as fertile as the lover of joy. Trees die, lovingly. In ancient times it was chaotic! I cry lurking under the abandonment. Those children twirl stamping on the thunderbolt still. In elder times it was authoritarian , though still from now on I am as misunderstood as a werebeast. Their sister of stillness extinguishes me. The dream longing for a long-lost saint lying upon the dragon is gothtastic. And yet a cruel werebeast defies my victim stretching beyond a wicked dragon! Those tears tumble excruciatingly, appallingly already! Their sea longing for a sinuous storm loves me. The rose uses me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.