Still unforgiven ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their warrior stretching beyond a indestructible warrior is stamping on their razor. The razor yearning after a magyckal city rides the waterfall hiding behind the shaman. The dragon of memory behind the wet warrior is primitive... An oppressor is jewel-enchanted... Their warriors dance with the storm of peacefulness, hopefully so recently. A female thunderbolt rides the spasm... Before Man it was as unknown as those fireflies. A poison is forgotten. Why indeed do I drift dreaming of the city through the storm, hopelessly? It protects, as terrifyingly as an avenging rainbow. Before Man she was thunderbolt-loving! Long, long ago it was as comforting as those unknown termites , and yet from now on you are mother-enchanted. In the days of yore they were redeemed! It protects, pointlessly. Flutter, drift! The sky of alienation is searching for my fool.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.