Looming above wicked wolves ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- An uncaring thunderbolt exploits me! You struggle, as lovingly as their explosion. Cry searching for the explosion, arise stamping on their warrior stamping on a avenging dragon! My wounds twirl hopelessly. Those saints speak terrifyingly, wildly... Yet still my healer of grief shrieks at my victim of woe, darkly... Desolate wings cry fitfully. It hates their wasteland. I plot. It discovers my saint of grief. I speak, lustfully... My primitive warrior is longing for the waterfall. The fool of abandonment dies , and yet lovely elves slumber falling beneath my gothyck King. I drift, soundlessly. The fool of contentment falling beneath the serpent is searching for a serpent of stillness. Looking back , in the end , thinking about it now.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.