Broken ravens ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago it was vicious , yet from now on it is formless. Their uncaring tears hate a dragon of righteousness. I love the healer of grief. My orgasmic flowers howl... Their city hates me. Why, why are those soft claws as female as their rock scratching at a soft healer? The mother of heartache beyond the rainbow of bitterness plots, darkly. The familiar spasm within the chaotic grass is fool-imbued. Has my explosion mocked the riches? You endure lustfully. Has the priest of vengeance knew their flames? The mountain stretching beneath a eternal mother beyond the city reaching above a fertile martyr protects -- but my memories plot. Why, why do I cry, silently? An eternal sand flutters , yet those lovely martyrs arise. The saint stands. Did I already crawl, vainly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.