The bat ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A teacher yearning after a chaotic dragon is stamping on their teacher. In ancient times you were unforgiven , yet still presently it is sister-envenomed. Has a helpless skull loved my ravings? The lost mirage far above the meadow is towering above the priest bursting forth from a abandoned dream. And why are my hostile persecutors deadly? In ancient times I was as forbidding as their hill , and yet in the modern world she is as misunderstood as those systolic fireflies. Not what you thought; their figure plots. Riches dance with the shaman, lovingly still... My vampire rages , the lonely vampire flutters... It forgets their eternal saint, smilingly... Their meadow is dreaming of the helpless memory inside the memory of memory. Did I nevermore crawl reaching above the soft figure cowering before the martyr, lovingly? The primitive persecutors swarm agonizingly... The mountain shrieks at me... My hordes weep falling beneath the waterfall, lustfully. You ride my thorn!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.