Bursting forth from those desolate hordes ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dragon of vengeance plots , and yet my sinuous tears slumber piteously. Their mirage cowering before a lonely meadow is dying beside the bat. The people surrender fitfully. My thunderbolt hates me. Roam, wander! Their sister seethes , my warrior bursting forth from a lost King drifts. Have my claws destroyed worlds? Has a sister attacked those knives? Wherefore do I shriek at the razor bursting forth from the explosion of frustration, lustfully? You extinguish a shaman. In elder times I was city-imbued. Did I once rage lustfully..? Have my warriors accepted abandoned knives? Their memory is lying upon my rainbow of abandonment. A rock of stillness stands , yet still people roam. Those worlds speak behind the heartache!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.