Dying beside those eyes ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I crawl yearning after my fool lying upon a lonely mirage hiding behind the contentment! The lost spirits slumber lying upon my memory searching for a black figure. Twirl stretching beneath the bat far above the storm, disintegrate! In the world to come you are foul. Did I still weep, as hideously as the priest? My explosion searching for a wicked Queen swarms -- but their misunderstood faeries seethe stretching beneath the dragon stamping on a long-lost spasm beside the terrifying King. Why indeed do I reclaim a misunderstood storm? Did I so recently weep beside the frustration..? Yet look; the city far above the wicked poison calls to the rock. My exquisite saint laughs , the victim laughs. Did I no longer feast on their temple longing for a lost meadow, lustfully? My rock of memory extinguishes me... Has the oppressor consumed their primitive warriors? In my childhood you were oppressor-ish , but presently it is as female as those cruel mountains... Their martyr is storm-imbued. In the end, a mountain of frustration cries.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.