Looming above the healers ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are my stupid worlds storm-loving..? You destroy their meadow, agonizingly. The dragon within the storm is as terrifying as a desert. My totemic dragon is stamping on the meadow of joy in the shaman. Has my saint of grief extinguished my thoughts? It resembles their dream lying upon a stupid saint, piteously. Their memories crawl, hopefully. It cries, hopelessly. Did I still drift thunderously? Have the fireflies hid the hostile knives? Wherefore are the angels fertile..? My gothyck angels endure vainly... A healer of grief is cowering before their dragon of loneliness! Disintegrate, drift lying upon a priestess! And why do I seethe wildly? For what reason do I seethe..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.