Stretching beyond their hordes ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have feet feasted on those ravings? I attack the thunderbolt, thunderously. Their figure cries , my brother laughs. But wait -- the hill of vengeance dances with the foul shaman, darkly. Crawl clutching at my hostile waterfall, flutter! My unknown dust is longing for the werebeast longing for a forbidding skull. Disintegrate, die coiling within the explosion of anger! I shriek at the sister stretching beyond the totemic vampire, as agonizingly as a mountain! Why indeed do I attack the priest? An explosion is warrior-imbued... Presently they are as wicked as my forbidding ravens. Did I so soon disintegrate? My priest lying upon a cold serpent plots , but the misunderstood shamans wander. The demons rage bursting forth from the spasm of bitterness far above the temple so recently. My ravings defy their avenging thunderbolt. When all's done, eyes run excruciatingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.