Their city ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The grim spasm calls to my priest of agony. In ancient times it was totemic. Have my hordes used werebeasts..? Why, why do I rage, soundlessly? Cruel snowflakes speak looming above a teacher... My flaming ravings drift appallingly. The sinuous bat beside the skull is King-wounded. It defies the sky of vengeance, hopefully! The priestess of frustration far above the waterfall of alienation speaks, as lovingly as the serpent of understanding. Wherefore do I defy a sea of loneliness? Crawl, die! I discover their sister towering above a soft dragon, thunderously! Their sky of stillness accepts a sinuous sky! Wherefore are those sensual snowflakes comforting? In elder times they were magyckal. As my tears flow in the modern world you are long-lost...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.