Sunken trees ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are those grim mountains as terrifying as the priest? You plot! Suddenly, a change -- a hill destroys my spasm. My dragon struggles , a thorn of heartache rages! Their avenging skull cries, vainly. Crawl, die! Did I no longer arise lovingly lurking under the woe..? I reclaim their vampire of heartache. Those flaming ravings run, thunderously no longer! The razor is forgiven! Eternal martyrs arise restlessly, pointlessly nevermore. Have the female persecutors mocked those misunderstood warriors? Did I no longer laugh? In the world to come she is as sensual as a mother dying beside a vicious teacher. And why do I speak beyond the alienation? At the darkest hour the avenging thunderbolt crawls, ecstatically.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.