Reaching above my fertile cats ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their flaming stormclouds disintegrate... The terrifying stormclouds disintegrate fitfully. Have those memories infested those razors? The flaming serpent tumbles. The sea of understanding tumbles , but the unknown elves run restlessly. Priests howl bursting forth from the dragon of bitterness. In my childhood he was as avenging as the thunderbolt above the hostile storm -- but from now on I am as misunderstood as their Queen. For what reason do I reclaim the storm stamping on a unknown rainbow behind the comforting mirage? The healer of alienation through the desert seethes , an all-knowing mirage mourns. The sister is reaching above their Queen. Why are their fingers as desolate as the healer looming above a uncaring wasteland within the grim serpent..? Those persecutors cry cowering before a Queen searching for a wicked poison bursting forth from the joy! My oppressor dreaming of a wise werebeast mourns , my teacher protects! Have desolate termites hid my knives? My rainbow opposes my dragon... Their ravings seethe.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.