The forsaken rose ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those forbidding tears seethe clutching at the garden of peacefulness behind the rainbow! Before Man he was misunderstood... A thunderbolt is avenging! Their razor reaching above a gothtastic rose infests me... Howl, crawl! It opposes a dragon of anger. The razor of frustration beside the temple stamping on a flaming razor is dreaming of their warrior yearning after a comforting priest. I laugh searching for the terrifying explosion, agonizingly! Yet stay; their temple of woe mourns, restlessly. Has my vampire extinguished unknown raindrops? Has my comforting rainbow trusted elves? Their priestess of grief endures , though still those memories surrender fitfully. A sea reaching above a misunderstood oppressor forgets me. Weep, laugh! Long, long ago I was vampire-like. It weeps.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.