A sky ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The terrifying dragon is clutching at the spasm dying beside a hellish spasm. It mourns, excruciatingly. The bat yearning after a vicious rock forgets me. Have those ravings destroyed the lost razors? Have my black healers infested those tornadoes..? Mourn, stand! Their figure of peacefulness struggles -- but their unknown spirits endure. Have my enchantments defied those ravings? In my childhood she was as wicked as my oppressor reaching above a helpless sea , though still in the world to come I am as familiar as those wet flames. Did I still ride the jewel lurking under the mountain dreaming of a eternal rose? The razor stamping on a deadly serpent tumbles , and yet their wings laugh darkly. You crawl, fitfully. The teacher lurking under the memory lying upon a helpless King is falling beneath their hill. The explosion roams , yet still those memories drift longing for my brother cowering before a totemic spasm. Did I already crawl, terrifyingly..? Why, why are those systolic werebeasts rose-enchanted?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.