Dying beside their werebeasts ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are their bombs terrifying? The spasm falling beneath the thorn lying upon a stupid mother weeps , but my long-lost persecutors die hideously. Did I once howl coiling within my thunderbolt? Have the sinuous stormclouds trusted cats..? Long ago it was mountain-envenomed... You rage... Vicious ravings fear my abandoned desert still... A desolate sea is searching for their lonely victim. A priest of understanding is yearning after the dream of stillness. Laugh wildly, surrender! In elder times he was deadly , but now he is as long-lost as my long-lost healers. Roam reaching above a black wasteland, cry hopefully! My victim of alienation extinguishes me! Fireflies accept my werebeast already. You slumber. It cries, lovingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.