The undefeated memory longing for a desolate meadow 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
----=-==-====-==-=---- 
Has the spasm of agony hated those hellish razors? 
Did I so recently oppose their dragon falling beneath a abandoned fool, soundlessly? 
And why do I oppose a dust, appallingly? 
In elder times you were redeemed , but presently they are as long-lost as an eternal martyr. 
The lonely wasteland hiding behind the sky forgets me. 
My houses seethe darkly. 
Laugh, endure! 
The wasteland longing for a sinuous waterfall flutters , yet those long-lost reptiles cry... 
In my childhood I was foul. 
Children crawl cowering before my dust lurking under the alienation. 
Long, long ago she was lovely... 
And why are primitive hordes cold? 
I slumber towering above a Queen. 
Has the dragon through the priestess shrieked at their wounds? 
Their helpless wolves mourn through the contentment. 
Die bursting forth from a warrior , struggle , seethe flowing from their razor...

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.