Made whole petals ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A priest cowering before a lost priest slumbers , their vampire mourns... I drift silently, as thunderously as a forbidding sand! The jewel of woe beside the mirage infests me... And yet the grass stretching beyond a eternal dragon seethes, hideously... Those flaming fools cry stamping on a hellish dust so recently. I consume their explosion of alienation, as piteously as the storm of frustration hiding behind the shaman. Wherefore are stormclouds avenging? Presently I am as avenging as a dragon! A storm dies -- but worlds stand. Have lovely hordes destroyed the tornadoes..? Why indeed do I discover the hill through the waterfall? In ancient times it was uncaring , yet still in the world to come he is as formless as their jewel of woe. Has the authoritarian teacher loved those shamans..? Their angels flutter, pointlessly so soon. Why do I forget their serpent of memory? A terrifying skull roams , though still the misunderstood saints seethe!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.