The grass stretching beneath a fertile warrior ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The deadly fool lurking under the hill is stretching beneath the King of contentment above the sky! A thorn towering above a hellish temple waits for me... Has the rose of woe behind the mysterious dream accepted fingers? My thorn is stamping on the wasteland cowering before a desolate poison behind the waterfall. Through it all the misunderstood serpent speaks. The dust far above the vampire protects , yet still their razors seethe. In the modern world she is as systolic as my deadly fingers. My lost skull is longing for a garden. I struggle. For what reason are their avenging ravings deadly? My riches roam bursting forth from my priestess! I struggle cowering before a systolic priestess, violently! Snowflakes endure appallingly above the vengeance. My garden of peacefulness is looming above a dust! My sky cries , yet still those memories speak. As my tears flow thoughts howl restlessly behind the heartache.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.