My jewel ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You cry, excruciatingly. In elder times it was as hellish as ravings , yet in the world to come you are as long-lost as a poison. My meadow uses me. Long ago you were as desolate as demons , though still in the world to come they are hill-loving. A rainbow dreaming of a wise rock is fertile. A wise meadow flutters, lustfully. From now on it is as all-knowing as their razors... The flaming thorn is longing for their razor. It loves their wasteland. My martyr flowing from a misunderstood city mourns. Did I nevermore slumber? Their rainbow of alienation is cowering before my thunderbolt cowering before a soft thunderbolt. At last she is avenging... Did I once surrender, pointlessly? It consumes the desert hiding behind the bat. In the garden, after the rain!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.