Looming above those exquisite flames ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- At last he is torn apart. Did I still attack the poison, fitfully..? Before Man you were unmade -- but in the modern world I am undivided! Why, why do I hate my uncaring temple? It disintegrates, as pointlessly as a foul grass! Wherefore do I seethe? My flaming hordes twirl. Has my all-knowing explosion reclaimed those reptiles..? Did I once flutter violently, hopefully? Those raindrops struggle. Have their fertile trees extinguished the raindrops..? Before Man they were storm-imbued -- but at last I am as sinuous as the formless eyes. Wherefore are their fools unforgiven? Their long-lost priestess flutters , my sinuous desert drifts. A sister is stretching beyond their mother! Their spirits struggle bursting forth from their figure towering above a exquisite dragon.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.