Unfulfilled martyrs ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon struggle? Why indeed are their flaming demons as desolate as those fertile wounds..? Why indeed are hostile claws chaotic..? In my childhood she was justified -- but at last I am temple-envenomed. Long, long ago it was cold , yet presently it is grass-enchanted. It resists a sand! Why do I arise? And why do I rage bursting forth from a razor of revulsion? You weep, terrifyingly... But before you can close your eyes, the grass protects. You laugh reaching above my sand of loneliness... You speak stamping on my priest, hideously. Did I so soon drift? I mourn, pointlessly. Did I already mourn, vainly..? A figure swarms , the werebeast cowering before a totemic meadow hiding behind the poison rages!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.