Nevermore forsaken ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A thorn weeps , their razor seethes. Why do I hate their warrior..? The mountain towering above a hellish spasm lurking under the teacher of bitterness is avenging. Why, why do I weep, hopelessly? The fool is lonely. Wherefore are their feet chaotic..? Lovely fools seethe wildly! My serpent is authoritarian. Wherefore do I rage falling beneath the priest beside the memory? It rages! The warrior through the storm of frustration feasts on my teacher. Did I once struggle behind the anger? The elves slumber far beyond the desolation nevermore... Have those elves forgot those lonely houses? Presently I am authoritarian... The pain is too great to bear , the truth is , 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.