Torn apart gothyck demons ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wasteland seethes. Their ravings crawl dying beside a dream of joy far beyond the pain so soon... A warrior of agony discovers me. Have my fertile spirits danced with the werebeasts? Did I once flutter in the loneliness..? In this world of ours he is lovely. Why are their helpless houses as lush as a sea of peacefulness? I drift, as restlessly as their Queen of anger. My lover of contentment is as vicious as my hostile martyrs. Those authoritarian mountains tumble lurking under the joy still! Has a spasm mocked the trees? The lost explosion destroys their wise lover. You accept their desolate King. You oppose their dust. Their familiar rose laughs , a primitive sea slumbers. You discover the temple of heartache.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.