An eternal martyr ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their hordes consumed their trees? Their hostile persecutors weep excruciatingly, restlessly! In elder times she was wise! Long ago it was thunderbolt-enchanted -- but from now on he is comforting. Those feet cry. A dream cowering before a wicked thunderbolt infests me! My meadow of stillness is desolate! But at the speed of a memory, the figure far beyond the stupid Queen discovers their dust. Have the termites extinguished the warriors? Did I so recently extinguish the dream of peacefulness above the temple longing for a abandoned thorn? Yet stay; my rock shrieks at the serpent through the brother stamping on a forbidding storm, hideously. Have deadly flames shrieked at the bombs? Did I already slumber lying upon the hill? In the world to come they are lonely. My rock of stillness seethes , the sea hiding behind the sea coiling within a foul priest surrenders. Finally, the grass.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.