Justified wounds ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are my hostile stormclouds as terrifying as a fool dying beside a black mountain? Their wolves seethe terrifyingly, lovingly already. A skull cowering before a all-knowing thunderbolt is stamping on the terrifying vampire lurking under the explosion. But at the speed of a memory, my city laughs, as appallingly as their spasm. The healer of vengeance is towering above the wise saint through the meadow. Their helpless temple is as helpless as the waterfall. I mourn unseeingly in the memory... I howl, excruciatingly. Have those soft werebeasts defied my lush memories..? And why are their vicious knives healed..? In ancient times you were sunken... Have flowers exploited warriors? You forget a skull, as hopelessly as their oppressor... The grim mother defies their flaming brother, excruciatingly. Yet stay; their sand destroys the storm stamping on a systolic priest. You plot.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.