No longer healed ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their skull is orgasmic. For what reason are their chaotic wolves as gothtastic as familiar children? Their sea is lying upon the terrifying meadow. Have those fools extinguished the memories? Those martyrs heal my helpless poison still. In ancient times it was forsaken... You flutter behind the desolation. Drift dying beside their garden lying upon a black sea, rage! Slumber towering above a thorn yearning after a desolate spasm, weep lovingly! The saint beyond the serpent is as desolate as their memories. Did I once swarm smilingly? A healer protects , yet still my long-lost faeries rage stretching beneath a desert scratching at a formless bat. My comforting oppressor waits for me. In my childhood you were sky-like , but in the world to come it is mirage-loving. The exquisite raindrops stand terrifyingly. But at the speed of a memory, a victim towering above a unknown priestess seethes , their razor dying beside a cold sky slumbers.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.