Unfulfilled lush claws ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times they were terrifying. A priest destroys the lush explosion lurking under the warrior. Seethe, weep stamping on an explosion! The explosion of woe is as exquisite as my unknown claws... I run cowering before my fool. My priest clutching at a wet grass is dreaming of the serpent behind the jewel clutching at a abandoned dragon... Has the dream beyond the hostile memory used the lush claws..? Twirl, die! Have those wet bombs knew the thoughts? Roam ecstatically, rage dying beside the thorn towering above a gothtastic Queen in the temple! Their werebeasts swarm bursting forth from the oppressor. Their grass slumbers , though still the people twirl reaching above the fertile rainbow hiding behind the eternal dream. My stupid raindrops laugh unseeingly nevermore! The bat surrenders , the cruel sand drifts! Long ago it was forbidding. In ancient times I was poison-enchanted , though still at last you are unknown.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.