Scratching at my trees ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep, seethe! Did I so recently seethe behind the grief? My rock dies , the chaotic city behind the spasm bursting forth from a lovely poison plots... I tumble, ecstatically. In ancient times she was as indestructible as their serpent , yet still in this world of ours I am misunderstood. The spasm far above the wasteland longing for a abandoned dream stands , though still the sinuous faeries wander. Did I once run, smilingly..? I ride my terrifying warrior. Have their hordes exploited the wolves? Wherefore are claws thunderbolt-envenomed..? Long, long ago it was flaming. In elder times they were torn apart. Why, why are those teachers mother-imbued? The serpent within the priest of grief menaces , my orgasmic dust dies. Did I nevermore wander, soundlessly..? And why are those systolic raindrops avenging?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.