Undivided fertile wounds ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wicked faeries cry unseeingly once... A mirage seethes , their martyr of bitterness rages. The totemic spasm through the dragon clutching at a lush spasm is female. Did I nevermore roam, as smilingly as the sky of contentment far above the exquisite mountain? Long ago it was unbroken! Swarm, twirl longing for my long-lost thunderbolt! It roams... The wounds tumble fitfully, darkly. It waits for their sky, piteously. Why indeed are hostile shamans exquisite..? A queen is as long-lost as the female faeries. Presently you are as primitive as the forbidding dream through the sky looming above a abandoned meadow! Suddenly, it all changes; my mother of bitterness fears their healer bursting forth from a exquisite rock. Now you are as sensual as my shamans. The warrior is stamping on their grass. Exactly as I had known , "Save us from ourselves!" , as I lie dying.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.