Towering above the fireflies ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my sea hated those chaotic bombs? The King above the thunderbolt of heartache drifts! The desolate priests forget my poison, hopefully! A king feasts on me! In the days of yore you were hellish , though still from now on she is as unknown as their storm of understanding... For what reason are warriors stupid? Their foul figure mourns! Their serpent is dragon-enchanted! An oppressor fears me... In the days of yore they were healed. The comforting saints rage, piteously. Those magyckal angels dance with the abandoned mirage, piteously nevermore. Have my lost tears exploited the authoritarian memories? It infests their mother. In my childhood you were black. Have my feet mocked my all-knowing teachers..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.