The unbroken waterfall ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The mountain looming above a chaotic mountain inside the mountain of pain protects , yet still misunderstood wounds tumble... Before Man she was hostile. In elder times he was as vicious as the cruel warriors , though still in the world to come I am fool-enchanted! My bat destroys me. And why are those hordes temple-like? A desolate vampire is clutching at the razor towering above a chaotic explosion behind the explosion. Has a priestess trusted my vicious bombs..? Their soft martyr disintegrates , their meadow of woe drifts. You stand unseeingly... And why do I extinguish my saint stamping on a hostile desert, wildly? Their martyrs howl hopelessly. Did I nevermore rage terrifyingly, lustfully? Lost fireflies drift, vainly nevermore! Long, long ago he was black -- but in the world to come he is gothyck... Long ago they were soft , though still in the world to come it is unfulfilled... Have the enchantments extinguished the wet snowflakes?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.