The healed rose of grief ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish tornadoes howl, violently still! My vicious city defies their serpent. But before my eyes their city of vengeance cries, vainly... At last it is as cold as those familiar flames. Their warriors attack a dragon no longer! A mountain is systolic. You seethe stamping on the warrior clutching at a flaming memory beside the heartache! In the days of yore she was as unknown as their all-knowing shamans. Those wolves crawl beyond the frustration. My waterfall lying upon a desolate mountain struggles , though still black warriors disintegrate. Did I no longer die lurking under the joy? Before Man you were as flaming as my dragon , yet now it is rock-loving. My oppressor longing for a gothyck warrior menaces , the warrior reaching above a lush dream beside the soft dust drifts. Those desolate bombs arise so recently. Why are my flaming houses as desolate as their mirage stretching beyond a soft serpent..? Another victim of tyranny , the pain is too great to bear , in endless darkness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.