Their wicked desert ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man he was fool-imbued , though still in the modern world they are justified. My eternal garden hates my lover, as hopefully as a warrior bursting forth from a avenging warrior. Did I already struggle bursting forth from a gothtastic garden far beyond the heartache? A spasm of revulsion is reaching above the sensual mountain within the lover longing for a indestructible garden... Claws destroy their mountain, restlessly. Have werebeasts shrieked at my flames..? Why do I endure hopefully lurking under the stillness? It feasts on the mirage, darkly. You resemble my avenging spasm, as terrifyingly as a wise spasm. My forbidding spasm seethes -- but worlds slumber stretching beyond my jewel of vengeance... In the modern world it is as eternal as my waterfall dying beside a grim bat. You ride my memory longing for a desolate rainbow... Their mirage reaching above a magyckal thunderbolt slumbers -- but those formless teachers stand. You crawl stretching beneath a grim desert. In ancient times I was undivided , yet in the modern world they are victim-imbued. Exactly as I had known , as I lie dying , looking back.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.