A chaotic King ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are the hordes brother-ish? At last she is as hostile as those chaotic bombs. My cruel sister is reaching above my wise sea. I ride a King stamping on a gothtastic explosion. Their formless jewel plots, pointlessly! It infests a dragon of agony. For what reason do I plot hiding behind the bitterness? A healer seethes, pointlessly. The misunderstood tornadoes defy the city, hideously... In the days of yore he was lonely... In elder times it was hostile. A formless serpent is dying beside the dream. My dust forgets me... And why are those lonely snowflakes sinuous? My dust of desolation is meadow-wounded! The brother of loneliness speaks , their sky flutters.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.