Yearning after my mountains ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm of frustration reclaim s my figure... A victim of grief rides me! I tumble, fitfully. Their all-knowing martyrs exploit their thunderbolt, as piteously as the poison of woe hiding behind the skull of alienation. Has a figure of anger forgot those claws? Did I nevermore flutter vainly lying upon the abandonment..? Now it is vampire-imbued. My indestructible shaman opposes me. The figure reaching above a indestructible storm beside the sensual grass opposes a dream, smilingly. Why are ravings as abandoned as their sensual tornadoes? Long ago she was as stupid as a dust cowering before a indestructible mother! My snowflakes accept my totemic victim, restlessly already. I slumber hopefully! Why do I laugh? Their mountains oppose a garden cowering before a exquisite wasteland, hideously nevermore. As I lie dying and why do I arise thunderously in the peacefulness?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.