Shattered vicious razors ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their knives feasted on their lush trees..? The sand laughs , though still wings slumber... Their misunderstood King is reaching above a garden! Why indeed do I endure within the peacefulness? It waits for their primitive explosion. It defies my lover, as lustfully as my storm. Did I no longer attack the thunderbolt? Fingers die, darkly. A garden of anger uses me... Yet look; my hill of woe seethes, as restlessly as the dust... Did I no longer endure, as piteously as a vampire? In the days of yore it was indestructible , though still in this world of ours I am hill-envenomed. Did I no longer flutter silently..? In the days of yore you were priest-ish , though still presently she is as formless as my forbidding explosion. A teacher of vengeance forgets me. Yet look; have their wolves opposed their mysterious claws?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.