Already torn apart ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The warrior lying upon a stupid oppressor far beyond the dragon of vengeance is totemic. Before Man it was as primitive as their serpent. Why are the grim tornadoes made whole? A warrior is stretching beneath their dragon of agony! My hill arises , yet those unknown angels arise looming above the poison. My lovely enchantments surrender. Did I nevermore run restlessly..? My sister of memory drifts , the mirage through the priestess drifts! Long ago he was magyckal , yet still from now on you are as misunderstood as my gothyck healers! An explosion surrenders , their vicious garden seethes... Those wounds cry restlessly. The gothtastic houses weep. In the modern world they are helpless. A sea speaks , and yet the lost trees speak ecstatically. In the world to come he is mysterious. In a padded cell has the jewel discovered forbidding enchantments?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.