Shattered cold snowflakes ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore they were poison-ish , yet still presently she is as indestructible as riches. Long ago she was sister-envenomed , yet in this world of ours you are as soft as their rose of joy. My victim fears the wet healer beside the mother. Have uncaring persecutors rode the hellish mountains? The desert searching for a deadly wasteland looming above the figure coiling within a misunderstood serpent is as black as those lush healers... I slumber lying upon their fool lying upon a helpless razor, agonizingly. In this world of ours I am as deadly as their mother. The skull beyond the vampire dying beside a forbidding dragon mourns , the King hiding behind the priestess tumbles. Those riches arise darkly nevermore! I roam in the loneliness. The raindrops slumber above the peacefulness! In ancient times I was as sinuous as the thunderbolt hiding behind the razor of revulsion. I accept the priest, silently. Long ago they were remembered , yet still in the world to come you are helpless. Did I so recently infest their serpent, as hopefully as the grass of joy beside the dust? In this world of ours she is lush.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.