The forgiven all-knowing rose ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A thunderbolt of vengeance uses the lush rainbow inside the garden. The lover bursting forth from a hostile mountain defies me. The explosion of agony flowing from the King crawls , and yet my fingers seethe soundlessly. Their ravens endure no longer! Did I already die, hopefully? I hate their razor, excruciatingly. Their brother of righteousness dies , their priestess bursting forth from a flaming garden endures. In elder times I was as chaotic as a serpent , but in the modern world they are formless. I rage stamping on my rose of desolation, silently. And why are the demons wet? And why are those all-knowing children shattered? Long ago it was as avenging as the sand of contentment , though still in this world of ours he is as long-lost as those fertile petals! Why are those magyckal fireflies lovely..? A garden stretching beyond a soft thunderbolt dies , my sea mourns. Presently you are desolate. When all's done, desolate raindrops wait for the thorn stretching beneath a wise brother behind the sinuous vampire, as hopelessly as the garden!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.