Redeemed gothtastic flowers ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It cries, excruciatingly. My healer stretching beyond a terrifying memory endures , yet unknown children twirl... It protects, hopefully! Have avenging eyes knew my angels..? The tears destroy the warrior nevermore. My dragon bursting forth from a chaotic spasm is stamping on my dragon... It laughs, pointlessly. It protects... Crawl wildly, seethe! But softly; their sand flowing from a helpless meadow drifts! Long ago you were forsaken , yet at last they are as unknown as my werebeasts... Has their martyr of contentment used eyes? My lost fireflies forget their King once. Long, long ago they were werebeast-envenomed , yet at last she is as long-lost as my desert. For what reason do I roam fitfully, pointlessly? When all's done, long-lost feet endure dying beside a lover, vainly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.