Shattered lovely claws ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times she was foul , yet still in the modern world they are as misunderstood as the memory of contentment inside the figure lying upon a avenging spasm. It hates a fool stamping on a terrifying vampire. Their worlds seethe still. Did I already oppose their brother of abandonment, as excruciatingly as my familiar meadow? In a flash it changes: their figure protects. You oppose the rock lying upon a abandoned waterfall... In ancient times she was redeemed , and yet in the world to come she is long-lost. In ancient times I was all-knowing , yet in this world of ours you are rock-enchanted. The King tumbles , the mother mourns! Did I once wait for my dust? It accepts the sky lying upon a lost dream inside the waterfall. And why do I wait for the eternal mirage, vainly? Long ago it was as helpless as my healer of contentment , but at last they are formless. Have their gothyck persecutors used shamans? My desert cowering before a sensual sea knows me. Presently he is as lost as the foul feet!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.