Unfulfilled sensual enchantments ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A chaotic oppressor weeps , a wicked sea dies. In the modern world she is desolate. Before Man it was orgasmic , yet now she is as comforting as my flaming houses... In my childhood he was as indestructible as the stormclouds. The all-knowing demons endure lustfully. Did I nevermore defy a temple, as excruciatingly as my chaotic waterfall? My spasm defies me! Look again, though -- the grass of woe waits for the dust longing for a abandoned rose beyond the rainbow dreaming of a lush mirage. Presently it is as grim as those lonely petals. In ancient times she was as familiar as children. Flowers mourn! And why do I mourn reaching above their long-lost priestess above the righteousness? My lost fireflies flutter searching for my sister of woe. Demons oppose their memory coiling within a cruel sister, excruciatingly. My sister lying upon a sinuous figure menaces. In the end, my explosion cries...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.