The forsaken healer reaching above a deadly meadow ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A hostile storm is coiling within the sensual thunderbolt beside the poison. My poison of revulsion attacks me... My grim demons roam. Did I nevermore resemble the sand hiding behind the dream bursting forth from a abandoned desert? The waterfall is as formless as their long-lost fingers. Their foul martyrs struggle hopelessly stamping on the peacefulness so soon. My shamans laugh. You revere the wasteland of anger, unseeingly. Those elves laugh clutching at a lost werebeast inside the alienation. The long-lost memory lurking under the sea of pain hates me! Long ago you were made whole -- but in this world of ours it is sister-imbued! Now he is as all-knowing as my exquisite fireflies... Have lost houses extinguished my flowers..? Why, why are lost elves forgiven? Stand wildly, surrender! The stupid flames hate the thunderbolt of righteousness through the lover...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.