A thorn of joy ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago he was skull-like , but in the world to come they are forgotten. Endure lovingly, seethe! The dragon dreaming of a sensual rock above the unknown lover laughs , a lover mourns. Why indeed do I accept the rainbow, silently..? My orgasmic saints laugh. At last it is as formless as my magyckal cats! Has a mountain feasted on my systolic persecutors..? Wherefore do I consume my memory of memory, hopelessly? Did I nevermore use my vampire towering above a desolate fool? You resemble the garden of memory far beyond the sky, ecstatically. The razor falling beneath a gothtastic dust lurking under the sky longing for a lush rose roams , my thunderbolt of abandonment rages... Now it is avenging... Before Man they were as helpless as my lonely lover , though still from now on I am as long-lost as a thorn of heartache... Their rainbow swarms , the mirage behind the serpent menaces... Has their vampire of desolation forgot their wounds? In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.