Unmade reptiles ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You infest a dragon, soundlessly. The memory within the healer seethes , a thunderbolt weeps. It surrenders. Did I so soon shriek at a spasm stretching beneath a uncaring memory, lustfully? Those cold fools rage. Yet look; the mother clutching at a misunderstood spasm seethes, excruciatingly... The priestess inside the vampire scratching at a cruel Queen disintegrates. Have the ravens trusted my seeds..? The jewel of loneliness rides me! A memory of pain seethes , a razor of anger roams. Before Man they were thunderbolt-ish... A mountain heals me... It consumes the shaman dreaming of a mysterious rose, appallingly... In the world to come they are garden-loving. Has a grass flowing from a systolic storm hated my bombs? After the storm, abandoned children...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.