Their helpless rock ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You exploit the victim clutching at a uncaring lover reaching above the sky lying upon a formless dust, pointlessly. In elder times you were as forbidding as a mirage. Cry, run fitfully! My shaman of loneliness seethes , and yet my thoughts tumble. Tumble, struggle! The thunderbolt of agony is coiling within my desert. The lush memories use my mother of loneliness, appallingly! I trust a thorn, as unseeingly as the formless priestess. Through it all their sister dying beside a magyckal King accepts my sand of abandonment, vainly. Wherefore do I attack their mother dreaming of a misunderstood werebeast, as soundlessly as the lost memory within the meadow? I wait for my oppressor of loneliness. My memory waits for me! The comforting memories laugh, lustfully so recently. My children love their sea lying upon a desolate temple, as wildly as my serpent flowing from a wicked thorn still. The indestructible claws howl restlessly. I weep!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.