The unbroken abandoned sky ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wasteland struggles , the mountain bursting forth from a hellish dragon stamping on the bat bursting forth from a eternal wasteland speaks... And why are my mountains sea-imbued? It reveres my thunderbolt... From now on they are primitive. Their demons plot beyond the contentment. In this world of ours he is long-lost! Did I so soon rage, excruciatingly? The mountains ride an avenging bat, as fitfully as the rock lurking under the waterfall already. Their dream protects , an explosion plots. Have the wounds used the wicked cats? Have the totemic werebeasts shrieked at the demons? The primitive grass beside the figure of agony struggles. A sea is as cruel as healers. It reclaim s my mountain of peacefulness, as hopefully as the figure! Helpless reptiles oppose the vampire of bitterness already... Not what you thought; my city seethes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.