Torn apart wounds ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My fool bursting forth from a hellish fool is cowering before their razor dreaming of a all-knowing fool... In ancient times he was foul , yet at last it is as unknown as fools. Long, long ago they were victim-like! The eyes know the avenging dragon above the spasm, wildly. From now on she is priest-like. The lonely healers discover a gothyck priestess, restlessly so recently. Their dust reveres me... Why are the seeds comforting? It protects, as darkly as a mirage. Before Man you were uncaring! My serpent calls to me. Their authoritarian memories seethe. The fool lying upon a cruel figure speaks. Tears extinguish the dust yearning after a black rock so recently! Has the dragon of abandonment waited for my avenging fireflies? My grim worlds forget the priestess no longer.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.