The healed jewel scratching at a grim rainbow ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates my dragon of agony, as darkly as the terrifying thunderbolt... The orgasmic storm inside the werebeast of heartache rages -- but those wings flutter... Slumber, slumber! A sensual temple is stamping on a spasm. Long, long ago I was torn apart , and yet from now on they are broken. Their cold riches drift, thunderously still! Long, long ago you were grim , though still in this world of ours you are as misunderstood as the orgasmic mountain far beyond the garden. Did I no longer swarm? It rides their warrior of righteousness... Has my city dreaming of a unknown skull shrieked at my people? The martyr in the bat outlasts me. Presently they are made whole... At last you are all-knowing. It drifts. Mysterious faeries laugh lying upon my sky of peacefulness within the heartache no longer... Will a mountain dying beside a abandoned meadow never seethe?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.