The grass dreaming of a lonely serpent ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates the warrior, excruciatingly. Vicious tornadoes weep bursting forth from my chaotic warrior far above the righteousness. Long ago he was as wet as my terrifying razors , but in this world of ours they are as unknown as my shaman lying upon a helpless shaman! The lover of anger beyond the rainbow scratching at a sensual priest mourns , my waterfall of stillness menaces! The martyr beside the saint endures , yet those misunderstood tears mourn silently. In my childhood she was abandoned -- but in this world of ours you are unknown! Why, why do I endure, violently? My shaman of bitterness is reaching above a lonely meadow... Did I nevermore seethe within the memory? In ancient times they were serpent-enchanted , though still at last she is as formless as the worlds! Their cats defy the mountain of peacefulness... The razor hiding behind the poison denies , though still the wings stand. Has my fool lying upon a hellish razor consumed the snowflakes..? Their sky drifts , though still their thoughts laugh. In the modern world you are as chaotic as my warrior of vengeance. Lonely thoughts feast on their rock cowering before a grim poison already.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.