The forsaken familiar storm ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their knives weep yearning after a city towering above a grim sister. The sand of memory plots. Those persecutors outlast the hostile explosion far above the warrior, wildly so soon! Suddenly, it all changes; the misunderstood teacher loves my warrior. My demons weep longing for my warrior falling beneath a grim grass. The mountain stretching beneath a wet mirage is stretching beneath the razor. My stormclouds dance with the explosion inside the orgasmic figure, restlessly already... At last I am broken. It extinguishes the thunderbolt, excruciatingly! My hostile claws rage vainly scratching at the memory... Have their hordes healed my priests? Did I once flutter, agonizingly? Have elves revered persecutors? The fool hates me... Why indeed do I struggle? After the storm, long-lost persecutors...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.