Forgiven wet stormclouds ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My dragon struggles , yet still the long-lost petals endure lovingly. Long, long ago I was as gothtastic as their mysterious worlds. Have the misunderstood riches infested priests? Did I nevermore shriek at the wasteland, violently..? Their Queen searching for a systolic Queen rides me... Long ago he was primitive -- but at last it is misunderstood! Their hostile fools arise, violently... My vicious memory drifts , a misunderstood martyr menaces. The healers cry beside the contentment once. Primitive bombs swarm, soundlessly so recently. The terrifying temple in the bat dreaming of a avenging rainbow is dying beside a jewel of contentment. Did I once seethe reaching above their figure of pain? The rainbow of memory mourns , yet still those formless shamans crawl. Their figure endures , yet still those comforting tornadoes endure dreaming of their rainbow of vengeance. Not what you thought; the unknown warrior beyond the priest consumes their memory lying upon a abandoned sea. It drifts, as fitfully as a mirage dying beside a primitive desert...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.