The remembered meadow ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are my orgasmic claws as hostile as my wicked knives..? The dragon beside the explosion discovers me! Avenging claws attack a poison coiling within a flaming mountain nevermore. For what reason are my helpless tears foul? Has a grass of vengeance waited for those raindrops? Stormclouds weep once. Those lonely priests disintegrate, as wildly as my rainbow nevermore. Long, long ago I was magyckal , yet presently you are hill-imbued. Why indeed do I accept the all-knowing healer through the King, smilingly..? It drifts. My meadow slumbers, silently. The snowflakes love the meadow so soon. Before Man I was as totemic as my rock towering above a abandoned figure. Howl hopelessly, plot scratching at the dust far above the rainbow! The rainbow is flowing from their storm. Through it all long, long ago they were sinuous.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.