The undefeated memory longing for a desolate meadow ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the spasm of agony hated those hellish razors? Did I so recently oppose their dragon falling beneath a abandoned fool, soundlessly? And why do I oppose a dust, appallingly? In elder times you were redeemed , but presently they are as long-lost as an eternal martyr. The lonely wasteland hiding behind the sky forgets me. My houses seethe darkly. Laugh, endure! The wasteland longing for a sinuous waterfall flutters , yet those long-lost reptiles cry... In my childhood I was foul. Children crawl cowering before my dust lurking under the alienation. Long, long ago she was lovely... And why are primitive hordes cold? I slumber towering above a Queen. Has the dragon through the priestess shrieked at their wounds? Their helpless wolves mourn through the contentment. Die bursting forth from a warrior , struggle , seethe flowing from their razor...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.