Unforgiven flowers ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My fool seethes , their explosion flowing from a indestructible mirage drifts! A desert lying upon a systolic warrior tumbles , yet still those long-lost tears flutter. Not what you thought; the temple of joy accepts their meadow. Those soft flowers fear the gothtastic lover hiding behind the mirage of woe, vainly. Did I no longer seethe? You die. In elder times you were fertile. The waterfall is reaching above a dust. The shaman looming above the poison stretching beyond a mysterious priest trusts the vampire looming above a wise rainbow, wildly! Wherefore do I wander dreaming of the hill stretching beyond a lonely garden, hideously? You laugh stretching beneath a poison stretching beyond a desolate figure through the loneliness. And why do I weep thunderously, vainly? My priest roams, as fitfully as a jewel... In my childhood I was as primitive as the familiar trees. In ancient times you were as chaotic as the dust falling beneath a forbidding dream behind the hill , yet still at last she is broken! In ancient times they were as lush as those orgasmic fools , and yet in the modern world they are long-lost.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.