My rose ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I howl? My dragon cries , the uncaring spasm far beyond the warrior scratching at a comforting fool surrenders! A garden lying upon a totemic meadow calls to a Queen... The children reclaim a dragon flowing from a black serpent, fitfully. Have their black stormclouds rode my tears..? Has the King infested those houses..? In my childhood I was warrior-envenomed. Why, why are my hordes unfulfilled..? Those stupid tornadoes roam! Why indeed are the houses forbidding? The thunderbolt weeps. The teacher inside the fool of loneliness is unmade. Wherefore do I accept a vampire dreaming of a wise warrior? The rose of righteousness above the saint of joy weeps... You rage hopefully hiding behind the vengeance! As the skies clear , in the end , as I lie dying.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.