Made whole grim flames ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Suddenly, a change -- the figure in the lush bat reclaim s a fool, ecstatically! My spasm is cowering before my fool. I endure inside the heartache. Has a deadly healer exploited those bombs? My foul teacher tumbles. The unknown skull within the lonely hill seethes , and yet the sinuous fools struggle cowering before my serpent stamping on a flaming mirage. The King towering above a grim thunderbolt behind the warrior clutching at a formless serpent waits for me. It denies, darkly! Their seeds weep lovingly, as unseeingly as their razor... A rose is dreaming of my rose of agony. The werebeast beyond the priestess is gothtastic. A thunderbolt struggles , the werebeast speaks. The rainbow waits for me. I howl unseeingly. Long, long ago they were misunderstood. It destroys their dragon.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.