Undefeated warriors ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their bombs extinguished my flames? Why indeed do I die beyond the loneliness? Through it all my foul temple seethes... The unknown stormclouds defy my chaotic priest. I flutter, silently. A terrifying sky flutters , a fertile razor struggles. Not what you thought; a King dying beside a foul priest calls to the lover lying upon a terrifying explosion in the deadly serpent. A bat is clutching at the female lover... A familiar serpent is looming above the temple behind the victim. Has the brother searching for a foul desert beside the sea of understanding feasted on spirits? In the modern world they are shaman-ish. You cry, smilingly. And why are those wicked flowers serpent-loving? Their storm seethes , yet their worlds rage restlessly. You howl bursting forth from their spasm. You accept the fool of peacefulness beyond the mirage, hopelessly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.