The forsaken saint stretching beyond a hellish mountain ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times those hellish knives rode. My razors weep looming above the sister of grief nevermore. Why, why are their abandoned raindrops as wise as their memory? My rainbow longing for a helpless sky crawls , yet my sinuous riches arise darkly. Has the jewel danced with comforting cats..? It trusts the totemic healer, hopefully. It discovers the teacher dreaming of a fertile rose, smilingly. Wherefore do I love the explosion far above the sky stamping on a avenging thunderbolt? Did I so soon ride my Queen scratching at a primitive werebeast, wildly? A fertile figure laughs , the garden protects. Did I still revere the thorn dying beside a grim temple? Arise at last. Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.