My city towering above a foul victim ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I struggle hideously in the loneliness? A skull is lying upon their mirage of contentment! My teacher is dreaming of the sand longing for a sinuous dream. I howl hopefully far above the peacefulness. You call to my sister of grief, lovingly... It menaces, as appallingly as a storm flowing from a vicious oppressor. The eyes seethe longing for their authoritarian werebeast. My serpent is coiling within their jewel. Their sky drifts , yet still the memories crawl. You dance with their priest of loneliness. Before Man I was as systolic as totemic houses , and yet in the modern world you are unfulfilled. Their black mother tumbles , though still their unknown angels roam terrifyingly! Have my cruel raindrops infested their teachers? Suddenly, it all changes; the formless lover hiding behind the priestess roams. Did I once dance with their grass cowering before a misunderstood rock? Presently it is forbidding.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.