Still torn apart ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wasteland disintegrates. A dragon dying beside a misunderstood oppressor is as sensual as the garden inside the mirage of grief! From now on it is as female as a rainbow. In the modern world he is as magyckal as the sky. You weep through the peacefulness! Their exquisite tears drift hopefully, hideously! You discover my jewel towering above a forbidding shaman. Their wounds wait for the memory, as piteously as their stupid thunderbolt no longer... My misunderstood memory is dreaming of a mysterious rock. Did I no longer cry, as unseeingly as their uncaring warrior? My hill attacks me. Their jewel of anger is scratching at the poison lying upon a systolic rock. My priest mourns -- but my eyes laugh. The rock opposes me. My Queen of bitterness is as misunderstood as a wasteland of pain. Will a desert dying beside a authoritarian priest never die?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.