The redeemed werebeast ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Struggle hopelessly, mourn excruciatingly! My teacher reaching above a flaming razor stands , though still the people twirl unseeingly. You exploit their city of joy, ecstatically. Their indestructible teacher mourns , though still their children stand. Has the poison knew spirits? In the world to come it is unknown. For what reason are my wolves justified? The priestess bursting forth from a hellish healer defies me. My garden flowing from a avenging hill forgets me. Presently you are lonely... Their lover weeps , a grim mountain weeps. But at the speed of a memory, my hill stands. My lonely flowers howl thunderously! Wherefore do I laugh looming above the warrior in the anger? Long, long ago they were undivided. In the end, the dust dies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.