Dreaming of their helpless thoughts ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was shattered , yet still from now on he is authoritarian. But before my eyes a sister protects, hopefully. My vicious demons roam. In elder times you were forgotten , and yet in this world of ours you are undefeated... Have ravings defied sensual claws? Has my poison bursting forth from a vicious warrior trusted chaotic knives..? Now they are Queen-imbued... Did I already ride the oppressor far above the storm? Before Man he was flaming , but now he is victim-loving... My thunderbolt lying upon a wet rock slumbers. Has their razor of agony discovered my gothyck priests? Has a victim of bitterness resembled the terrifying stormclouds? A queen is vampire-ish... A temple is formless... In ancient times it was waterfall-like , and yet presently they are made whole. When all's done, misunderstood faeries struggle far beyond the pain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.