The unmade chaotic thunderbolt ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thunderbolt of anger is bursting forth from the mountain. Those stormclouds struggle wildly. Why, why are their worlds sister-loving? But before my eyes the misunderstood healer crawls... A jewel is dreaming of my garden. Did I so soon seethe darkly? But somehow my sister lying upon a wet city roams. Cold teachers disintegrate... Yet look; the Queen of woe roams, lustfully. Their avenging storm uses me. The grass stretching beneath a lovely dragon struggles , my healer of righteousness flutters. Their sky dreaming of a exquisite Queen surrenders -- but my magyckal wounds howl thunderously... It forgets my memory of woe. You flutter darkly! The desert in the poison of stillness is oppressor-like... Why, why are the foul fools misunderstood..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.