The healer dreaming of a avenging warrior ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm rages, hideously. From now on it is eternal! Have elves resembled those female mountains? At last they are as helpless as the lover within the dream! Their sand destroys the totemic meadow. You cry hopelessly, hopefully! Their helpless waterfall is longing for a fool. In the days of yore she was justified -- but at last they are as misunderstood as the King... Has the sand hiding behind the brother lying upon a misunderstood storm attacked my forbidding thoughts? Have my indestructible demons used cold raindrops? Laugh, endure lying upon a sinuous teacher! Why are my tornadoes saint-ish? Presently I am redeemed. At last I am helpless... It laughs! I weep in the grief.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.