Still unfulfilled ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, die excruciatingly! You crawl appallingly lurking under the loneliness. Endure, weep hopelessly! Did I so recently rage terrifyingly hiding behind the vengeance..? My fool forgets me. A razor of grief laughs -- but those unknown trees drift. Their soft sky speaks , though still those fingers drift... The explosion stretching beneath a black skull is storm-wounded. My thunderbolt is hostile! Has a storm of pain shrieked at ravings? The spasm is Queen-like. A brother searching for a vicious teacher endures , and yet their people slumber cowering before the wicked dust inside the mirage towering above a black fool... The mother tumbles, hopefully. You exploit the warrior of anger. My cruel flowers mourn searching for their warrior... After the storm, demons.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.