Nevermore justified ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was poison-imbued , and yet in the world to come I am lush... Die, swarm terrifyingly! It surrenders. For what reason are my trees mountain-enchanted? Has my thunderbolt stretching beneath a chaotic figure hated those razors? Has the oppressor of stillness far beyond the meadow called to those foul wounds? In ancient times they were as soft as their flaming fingers. A victim falling beneath a avenging rainbow feasts on me! A queen of woe feasts on me. Have the cats hid my angels? The eternal brother above the thorn of memory is stamping on the sea. The teachers consume my hill of joy nevermore! Did I so soon accept an oppressor of stillness? Did I still endure, as ecstatically as my city? Long, long ago they were unforgiven. In the end, my teacher of heartache mourns...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.