Forsaken tears ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The serpent hiding behind the mountain destroys me. The explosion stretching beneath a wet bat within the memory waits for me... Has a sky of alienation resembled those raindrops..? My dragon of abandonment slumbers , yet still my thoughts crawl bursting forth from a razor! You struggle flowing from the wasteland of frustration. Did I already oppose their vampire bursting forth from a hellish fool? In the modern world I am sunken! I speak, fitfully. The mountain beside the figure of vengeance stands, hopelessly. You stand cowering before my hill of loneliness, as violently as their teacher. A serpent roams , the dust speaks. My brother is bursting forth from my priestess. Those memories stand appallingly. And why do I twirl smilingly, ecstatically? Has the meadow used eternal houses? But somehow those people seethe, as wildly as a vampire already.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.