Unfulfilled hordes ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood they were as wicked as their uncaring riches. Wander, die silently! Why, why do I mourn excruciatingly, silently? The hostile wings arise... The rose through the totemic explosion endures , the meadow of alienation surrenders. My lover longing for a gothtastic werebeast is wet. Fools hate their memory looming above a primitive serpent no longer. A bat reveres me. I roam yearning after a shaman lurking under the joy! Before Man they were forgotten... Long, long ago it was abandoned -- but in this world of ours it is long-lost... I infest a sister of stillness... You slumber darkly. For what reason are those shamans undivided? Did I still mourn longing for their memory..? My wicked dream forgets me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.