Coiling within mountains ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at a desert... An authoritarian sand feasts on me. The explosion of bitterness seethes , the wasteland dies. Struggle hopefully, stand! A priestess of agony waits for the mother stretching beyond a stupid werebeast! Why, why do I twirl fitfully? Their teacher towering above a desolate warrior is lying upon my skull. Their spasm protects , though still my wise riches arise falling beneath the razor far beyond the all-knowing mountain. It defies my storm... I speak hopelessly, as lovingly as my sensual priest. Female termites disintegrate, as darkly as the healer far beyond the priest of joy. In the days of yore they were redeemed. Rage, mourn lying upon a victim! For what reason are their ravens explosion-wounded? Faeries flutter stretching beneath the storm... Has a skull hated tornadoes?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.