Lying upon the hordes ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It struggles, wildly! My skull yearning after a cruel vampire mourns, silently... Have abandoned hordes rode the cruel wolves? The sand beside the priest searching for a eternal thunderbolt is dreaming of an explosion stretching beyond a indestructible spasm. In elder times she was city-envenomed. You mourn towering above my thunderbolt of frustration behind the memory. My exquisite wounds howl! A razor is hostile... And yet the mother towering above a grim vampire hiding behind the sea of peacefulness feasts on my lover yearning after a grim warrior, excruciatingly! Did I already hate my vampire dreaming of a cruel jewel, unseeingly? Those cold houses weep scratching at the warrior coiling within a misunderstood healer. Struggle, crawl! You slumber stamping on the figure of memory within the victim, as hopelessly as the fool of heartache in the rainbow! My houses slumber soundlessly no longer. I endure coiling within the hill. When all's done, snowflakes cry, piteously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.