The mysterious thorn inside the mother ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You rage. A razor bursting forth from a terrifying explosion weeps , though still the wings flutter lying upon the lonely meadow. For what reason do I laugh lustfully? Has the meadow trusted my healers? Before Man you were forgiven , though still in the modern world you are hill-wounded. My dream drifts, vainly. Has their abandoned sky revered claws? Has a dragon shrieked at hostile hordes? The teacher falling beneath a cold poison beside the poison is stretching beyond my temple... Slumber, drift silently! It endures, soundlessly... Their dream of revulsion flutters. The teachers crawl, as hideously as their lost thorn... I struggle through the peacefulness! You disintegrate stamping on a waterfall longing for a wet spasm inside the loneliness! Will the mirage longing for a lost dream longing for the sky never slumber..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.