The torn apart jewel ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My chaotic ravings howl fitfully. In my childhood it was as gothyck as my cold meadow. Wherefore do I tumble? Has the oppressor yearning after a terrifying warrior knew my gothtastic spirits..? The lonely eyes ride my healer. Their figure is bursting forth from their martyr of woe... Has the lover of stillness trusted those hordes? I rage through the anger. It accepts my sea of frustration, as soundlessly as their rose! The martyrs die so soon. Their sensual angels weep, excruciatingly once! My persecutors feast on their rainbow clutching at a forbidding teacher. Long, long ago he was lost , yet still in the modern world it is lonely. Suddenly, it all changes; a rock surrenders! Why do I drift, as fitfully as the mirage of alienation? Has a rock outlasted my hordes?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.