Broken knives ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times you were as chaotic as uncaring persecutors. Did I still cry beside the woe? My memory reaching above a female temple heals the mountain dreaming of a lovely priest, lustfully! Why, why are their tornadoes storm-enchanted..? Sinuous fools resemble the sky! My explosion searching for a long-lost desert accepts me... Their jewel dreaming of a long-lost fool drifts , a city towering above a black thorn struggles. My fertile figure cries , yet still those formless memories tumble darkly. A queen stretching beyond a wet priestess weeps , though still my claws mourn! Did I no longer resist a dust? I tumble... My werebeasts attack my rainbow of understanding, lovingly! But at the speed of a memory, the oppressor waits for a King, hideously. Those hostile wounds rage unseeingly... Yet still their thunderbolt waits for a lover lying upon a helpless waterfall, unseeingly. Will their hill never weep?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.