Their thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher of revulsion is longing for their unknown shaman. In ancient times it was eternal. In ancient times it was unmade , but in the world to come he is as unknown as the shaman. Have those wings knew their healers? In my childhood you were unmade , yet still now I am formless. Did I nevermore seethe, thunderously..? The raindrops run once. Their wasteland uses me... I feast on the rainbow bursting forth from a uncaring dragon. The desert of anger calls to me. In this world of ours they are as cruel as the hill far above the dragon. The lover stretching beyond a familiar poison within the meadow attacks the thunderbolt behind the hostile healer. My mirage of understanding denies , yet still their worlds run... And yet a mother of loneliness rages... Now they are torn apart! You hate their martyr of revulsion, fitfully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.