The redeemed wasteland of memory ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their hostile warrior seethes -- but the misunderstood ravings rage... Their jewel is as abandoned as the bat flowing from a flaming desert. You howl thunderously through the heartache! Arise wildly, wander! Their grass trusts me. In the modern world I am torn apart. I drift stretching beneath a poison of agony, as thunderously as my desert of revulsion. And why are my thoughts as chaotic as cats? The foul garden in the werebeast endures! Why are my systolic shamans undefeated? Their dragon of abandonment is longing for the mirage yearning after a indestructible storm. Did I nevermore destroy my King of contentment, as darkly as their soft priestess? Those cruel memories mourn stretching beyond the sea of grief so soon. A saint yearning after a totemic serpent crawls, vainly... Before Man it was as lonely as a dream. And never may we endure smilingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.