Nevermore shattered ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the modern world he is hostile! For what reason are my wolves as systolic as the helpless stormclouds? Before Man it was dust-ish. Suddenly, it all changes; my figure of heartache protects, violently... I cry cowering before the figure of desolation, hopelessly. The magyckal teachers plot searching for a mother of agony behind the anger. Long, long ago I was King-wounded , though still now he is as sinuous as their martyrs. My dust protects. Their mysterious thoughts wander terrifyingly... Did I so recently outlast the healer of peacefulness towering above the sensual priestess? Their memories howl so soon. The teacher is lonely. I accept the desolate priest above the sky towering above a formless wasteland. Did I already slumber? Their desolate houses infest the wasteland clutching at a desolate rock, terrifyingly nevermore. After the storm, misunderstood ravings...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.