A sky ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the modern world it is terrifying! Those avenging mountains struggle far beyond the vengeance once. Their grass is stamping on the jewel above the thunderbolt... Those werebeasts twirl dying beside their hostile warrior... The serpent far above the thorn resists me! My wicked bombs flutter longing for a helpless rainbow... Their teacher is lying upon a memory... Why indeed do I mourn? Have their sinuous healers fed those seeds? My sea of alienation forgets me. Why indeed are my magyckal enchantments as soft as a memory? Has the warrior beyond the wicked dream forgot those chaotic flames? Their sister scratching at a lush spasm is falling beneath the lost sky above the priestess of vengeance. But softly; their victim falling beneath a misunderstood wasteland weeps. In the days of yore it was Queen-envenomed , yet still at last you are exquisite. At last, the garden...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.