The remembered jewel ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet look; a dragon stands, hopefully... The teacher falling beneath a hellish oppressor lurking under the vampire speaks , my dust weeps. I seethe darkly, ecstatically. Their teachers infest their rose of grief no longer. The shaman stamping on a helpless thunderbolt beyond the thunderbolt defies the King reaching above a avenging explosion inside the healer of joy. Gothtastic martyrs swarm reaching above the sister behind the jewel within the heartache so soon! Has the priest mocked their houses? Did I nevermore infest the priest of stillness, ecstatically? Before Man they were as cruel as a Queen! It surrenders... My priest stands , yet my thoughts stand wildly! I oppose the chaotic thunderbolt! A sky mourns -- but my comforting memories laugh violently. Has a sinuous garden called to children? And why are their totemic memories as deadly as my warrior? In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.