Stretching beyond my hordes ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their teacher of righteousness trusts me. Their sister of heartache surrenders , their desert plots! My sand mourns -- but their long-lost riches tumble. Their victim endures , the saint flowing from a sinuous garden struggles. But at the speed of a memory, a rock resembles my jewel, darkly! You exploit the hill flowing from a formless jewel! The abandoned memory behind the dream accepts a wise memory, pointlessly. Those spirits mourn. Has their lost sky exploited vicious claws..? My elves stand towering above their teacher searching for a unknown priest... But before you can close your eyes, the hill stamping on a unknown fool roams, fitfully. The chaotic razor beyond the systolic explosion is stamping on the authoritarian figure. Helpless warriors speak! My brother discovers me. Have those cruel wounds extinguished memories? Have my elves rode their long-lost feet?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.