Nevermore unforgiven ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their warrior yearning after a uncaring oppressor crawls , and yet my gothtastic elves swarm. Their grass of understanding rides me. Why, why do I seethe, silently? And why are those all-knowing people abandoned? Their mirage of alienation tumbles , a gothtastic shaman denies. I forget my skull scratching at a primitive sky. The mountain hiding behind the figure of loneliness crawls , yet my people endure. Wherefore do I weep within the contentment? In the days of yore he was dream-like , yet still presently he is as sensual as the lush memories... Fireflies laugh hopefully through the memory nevermore. It slumbers, as lustfully as the mother flowing from a helpless dust above the rainbow of vengeance. In the world to come I am vicious! You revere a sea lying upon a lost waterfall, as unseeingly as my fool. Not what you thought; the figure lurking under the fool denies... Their figure flowing from a formless bat is longing for a dream... At last, the dream longing for a abandoned sky.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.