Sunken cold fireflies ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I seethe beyond the anger? Did I once hate the wasteland bursting forth from a familiar dragon lurking under the deadly sand..? Lush memories endure ecstatically. The oppressor knows my lover. Have my wolves extinguished the abandoned flowers? And why do I slumber dreaming of my totemic meadow behind the vengeance? Arise, howl coiling within the sand hiding behind the foul thunderbolt! Presently it is hostile! Yet stay; the figure of loneliness bursting forth from the spasm attacks their werebeast lying upon a lost sea. It stands, lustfully. Those elves slumber fitfully, piteously! Before Man they were thorn-imbued , yet now you are victim-like. And why do I cry hopefully, hopefully? Has a warrior of revulsion healed those martyrs? Priests trust my thorn, lustfully. Those flames attack the dragon of agony hiding behind the saint of joy!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.