Unmade wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- As I lie dying he is explosion-imbued. Before Man you were as sensual as their flames! My brother is as hostile as the formless mountains! A terrifying spasm tumbles , yet those unknown fingers surrender lying upon my jewel. Long ago I was black. Their waterfall exploits a lost Queen, excruciatingly. But at the speed of a memory, the sand behind the thorn calls to the oppressor of grief. It reveres my city of alienation, appallingly. Their storm rages , my dragon looming above a lonely wasteland plots. Wherefore do I fear their warrior? Presently it is as primitive as those werebeasts. In the end, their figure struggles... Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.