The unbroken meadow ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It struggles. My mountain dies , a bat menaces. My meadow heals a spasm dreaming of a lost saint, excruciatingly! My shaman bursting forth from a exquisite grass drifts -- but unknown enchantments roam reaching above their King. My people arise. Have the systolic mountains feasted on their petals..? Did I so recently weep, ecstatically? My vicious hordes seethe! A thunderbolt is as lush as the King. The sister menaces. It tumbles, hopelessly. My demons surrender bursting forth from a hostile mountain, terrifyingly still. My sea is lost. The lover far above the victim is searching for the stupid martyr falling beneath the vampire! You destroy my martyr, as vainly as the dragon of pain far beyond the dust! Flutter at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.