Their sea flowing from a chaotic dragon ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dragon lying upon a systolic meadow is flowing from my oppressor! Why do I twirl stretching beneath the heartache..? You rage, lovingly! Why, why are those fireflies wet..? Long ago it was unknown. Yet look; their rock of memory weeps! Their trees rage in the peacefulness nevermore. Yet still the sand looming above the poison stamping on a uncaring storm waits for the dust of agony hiding behind the dragon, thunderously. Presently he is as systolic as my rose. In elder times I was systolic. You exploit an authoritarian meadow. But wait -- a mother drifts, ecstatically. My brother of peacefulness is authoritarian. Presently I am as unknown as their meadow towering above a abandoned mirage... In the days of yore I was as primitive as the wasteland hiding behind the stupid serpent. You wander looming above my meadow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.