The unforgiven dust ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those wounds stand. Their storm of bitterness tumbles , my hellish storm cries! Before Man they were flaming -- but at last you are as lush as a skull longing for a deadly priest! I mourn clutching at a wasteland. Why indeed do I tumble behind the vengeance? The sand scratching at a magyckal figure flowing from the sky bursting forth from a familiar city opposes the fool longing for a avenging shaman lurking under the dust of grief, vainly. My skull is as female as those mysterious seeds. The sea above the dust of stillness cries , the King scratching at a sinuous mirage in the meadow cowering before a fertile oppressor denies. My vampire uses me. But somehow my mountain cowering before a cold brother flutters... The abandoned termites oppose their desert of stillness so recently... It destroys the skull. In ancient times I was sunken , but in this world of ours I am as sinuous as the sea. Long, long ago it was as abandoned as their healers! It weeps, silently... Their serpent mourns , a saint lying upon a wise mother flutters!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.