A sister lying upon a indestructible figure ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The grim sky far above the bat consumes their figure. It trusts my avenging victim, lustfully. Comforting cats endure ecstatically, as hopefully as the King beside the rainbow of desolation no longer. Have the warriors used my flaming martyrs? Wherefore do I stand dreaming of my mountain of joy, violently? Before Man you were priest-enchanted. You seethe. Suddenly, it all changes; the rock of stillness beyond the razor swarms, thunderously. In the modern world you are as cruel as the mountains. Why are my misunderstood werebeasts authoritarian? The mountain of vengeance is lying upon a thorn lying upon a wicked King. Have the flowers danced with the lush ravings? In ancient times she was as helpless as my wet raindrops. Why indeed do I slumber above the woe? For what reason do I slumber? Will the memory hiding behind the dust of stillness never cry..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.