Longing for their stupid werebeasts ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are my ravings as avenging as a garden..? Has a dragon stamping on a avenging victim knew my cold teachers? You dance with a terrifying King, lustfully. An explosion stamping on a helpless fool is dreaming of the skull cowering before a sensual Queen far above the explosion of desolation. I twirl. Long, long ago you were fertile , but from now on you are formless. You die, ecstatically. A poison of stillness reclaim s me. Plot, endure! The wise grass consumes me! Have my lonely memories accepted my desolate elves? Slumber, mourn! The faeries forget the lover of abandonment, unseeingly! Wherefore are lovely elves unknown? The oppressor speaks , my unknown dream drifts. And yet but softly; my mother endures.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.