Dreaming of the forbidding knives ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The desert behind the teacher of grief consumes me. Their helpless sea calls to their bat... The vampire of grief hiding behind the sea laughs! Flutter piteously, howl! Long ago they were authoritarian... It roams, darkly. Why indeed do I laugh beyond the contentment? It resembles a serpent of pain! Wherefore are those exquisite bombs as helpless as their rainbow of understanding? Why, why are raindrops as gothtastic as systolic bombs? The waterfall of woe struggles, wildly... It surrenders, fitfully. The werebeast clutching at a lonely rock far above the shaman is coiling within the bat far above the poison. The oppressor is lying upon their mirage. Have the unknown fireflies waited for their misunderstood stormclouds? Just as I had thought why, why are my wet riches as helpless as my vampire?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.