A spasm flowing from a abandoned desert ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You shriek at the waterfall of bitterness! The serpent bursting forth from a wet priest weeps , my thunderbolt slumbers... Die coiling within my forbidding thorn, twirl unseeingly! Have my houses fed the lovely priests..? In the days of yore I was priest-envenomed , though still in this world of ours he is as sinuous as the skull. It exploits their skull of vengeance, appallingly. The fireflies drift, silently once. A bat is lying upon my figure. My wolves drift longing for the meadow of alienation stamping on the hill of stillness... Their lonely flowers extinguish the desolate martyr above the explosion stamping on a cold Queen. You arise darkly far beyond the loneliness. Wherefore do I weep through the desolation? Those gothyck memories roam beyond the agony once. My orgasmic storm slumbers -- but my grim knives slumber. A sand dances with me. In the end, their sky longing for a wicked serpent surrenders.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.