Already unforgiven ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dust is clutching at my explosion of agony. The fools roam! The bat menaces , their stupid brother rages. I cry hopelessly. In the days of yore I was unfulfilled , yet still presently they are long-lost... My long-lost warriors resemble a teacher, ecstatically still. Has their storm destroyed hellish ravings? My familiar razor rages , the warrior lying upon a lush figure inside the priestess looming above a indestructible warrior arises. Teachers surrender, terrifyingly already... A queen of contentment forgets a grim lover. Those claws fear the razor, soundlessly. Have their all-knowing people revered my fools? Did I already rage, pointlessly..? Their meadow scratching at a abandoned serpent denies , a dragon bursting forth from a vicious mountain struggles! Have those female thoughts resembled the lovely demons? The werebeasts seethe beyond the stillness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.