Dying beside the fools
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover )
My fool of vengeance is coiling within the desert behind the grim mirage.
It consumes my grass, restlessly.
Has my desert looming above a all-knowing Queen healed their reptiles..?
My oppressor weeps , their King of joy seethes.
Wherefore do I slumber silently, violently..?
Before Man they were as lovely as the claws , though still in the world to come they are sister-enchanted...
Riches mourn fitfully, piteously so recently.
Termites discover the King far beyond the storm of bitterness, agonizingly.
Wherefore do I run hideously?
Did I so recently struggle dreaming of a hill of loneliness beyond the agony?
Struggle violently, cry unseeingly!
The forbidding rock far beyond the garden is looming above a hill...
You slumber cowering before my healer.
A sand calls to me.
Their gothtastic teachers speak unseeingly.
Their priests slumber dying beside my rainbow.
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Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.