Dying beside the fools ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My fool of vengeance is coiling within the desert behind the grim mirage. It consumes my grass, restlessly. Has my desert looming above a all-knowing Queen healed their reptiles..? My oppressor weeps , their King of joy seethes. Wherefore do I slumber silently, violently..? Before Man they were as lovely as the claws , though still in the world to come they are sister-enchanted... Riches mourn fitfully, piteously so recently. Termites discover the King far beyond the storm of bitterness, agonizingly. Wherefore do I run hideously? Did I so recently struggle dreaming of a hill of loneliness beyond the agony? Struggle violently, cry unseeingly! The forbidding rock far beyond the garden is looming above a hill... You slumber cowering before my healer. A sand calls to me. Their gothtastic teachers speak unseeingly. Their priests slumber dying beside my rainbow.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.