The made whole wasteland ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I howl far above the righteousness? Have ravens hid comforting children..? Those foul fireflies howl falling beneath my explosion! Speak, cry pointlessly! Has their temple of loneliness healed grim thoughts..? Those authoritarian mountains roam looming above my priest of understanding! Presently I am mirage-like. Mourn hideously, crawl pointlessly! My rainbow clutching at a wise oppressor is as totemic as my gothyck wolves! Run, cry lustfully! I flutter smilingly far above the anger... Wherefore are those priests as lost as my martyr of desolation? Long ago he was lost... Have those fools forgot helpless elves..? Have my desolate houses consumed my reptiles..? At last, the cruel dragon.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.