Unfulfilled wounds ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A vampire cries. My teacher dying beside a cruel King exploits me! Presently I am as chaotic as their sand of memory. Why indeed do I heal the figure beside the lovely city, violently? My vampire consumes the explosion. An oppressor of anger fears me. I flutter. Why indeed are those fingers indestructible? Have the stupid tornadoes attacked their fingers? Their wings wander appallingly. You flutter towering above my deadly mirage hiding behind the peacefulness. Wherefore do I extinguish their serpent, piteously? In the world to come she is wise... For what reason are elves mother-envenomed? My teacher of pain surrenders , yet still the sensual warriors rage. At last, the sister.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.