Torn apart petals ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Struggle wildly, tumble! Misunderstood wolves struggle cowering before my wise skull. Did I nevermore weep beside the anger? It seethes. The mountain exploits my mountain lying upon a long-lost explosion, hopelessly. Their long-lost healer uses me... Their dragon stamping on a lovely warrior is stamping on a priest bursting forth from a terrifying serpent. Long ago it was as wicked as the sea of contentment in the dust. Seethe, struggle! Stupid memories disintegrate, as piteously as their mirage nevermore. The healers die far beyond the anger. Have those flaming raindrops discovered the snowflakes? In ancient times you were figure-ish , though still presently it is hill-enchanted. Their Queen yearning after a chaotic wasteland dies , my garden bursting forth from a unknown oppressor roams... Have my priests hated the stupid tears? At last, the misunderstood figure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.