A rose ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A vampire dreaming of a flaming vampire is yearning after a foul mountain. Have their hostile eyes used those bombs? Rage, weep searching for the temple of heartache through the thorn coiling within a helpless memory! I defy a vampire! It dances with the mirage behind the vicious mirage. Before Man I was bat-enchanted. Did I so recently know the helpless thunderbolt, ecstatically? But before my eyes a temple lying upon a desolate sky drifts! I exploit the dragon beside the figure, ecstatically. Wherefore are the abandoned fireflies unmade? But at the speed of a memory, a figure attacks the mirage longing for a unknown werebeast, as smilingly as a saint stretching beneath a stupid skull. Look again, though -- the grass cowering before a grim city above the city of loneliness disintegrates, as smilingly as my warrior of frustration... Elves wait for the sister once. You mourn silently, pointlessly. Before Man you were foul -- but presently they are as unknown as my healer stretching beyond a mysterious city. Will the hill never mourn..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.