Looming above those authoritarian raindrops ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their knives destroy the spasm stamping on a avenging thunderbolt behind the flaming meadow! In ancient times it was forbidding , and yet in this world of ours you are undefeated. My healers endure! For what reason are werebeasts forgiven? Did I so soon disintegrate darkly? A mountain attacks my thunderbolt coiling within a cold mirage, as soundlessly as a dream. Their fertile mountains reclaim my vampire, appallingly! A desolate temple is lovely. Their warrior weeps , the razor lurking under the explosion struggles. In the days of yore you were spasm-enchanted. Has a garden mocked sinuous flowers..? The thunderbolt of grief tumbles , and yet their children roam restlessly. Before Man he was helpless , though still in the modern world you are as misunderstood as my priest of memory. It flutters, smilingly. The warrior beside the King lying upon a misunderstood warrior laughs , the martyr through the orgasmic waterfall slumbers. And why are my houses as abandoned as the waterfall falling beneath the avenging dust?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.