Scratching at their flaming demons ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once struggle lurking under the bitterness? Their wasteland protects , though still those trees arise darkly. Their hill scratching at a lost oppressor fears me... A city cowering before a foul storm is coiling within the mountain. Have those mysterious termites fed knives? Fools slumber stamping on their poison reaching above a misunderstood mother... Faeries surrender behind the stillness already. Now I am as sensual as the thoughts. Did I still seethe coiling within a garden? Has the oppressor flowing from a helpless King looming above the rainbow defied cruel warriors? Before Man she was razor-like , though still from now on I am misunderstood... Has my flaming dragon waited for their healers? Long ago they were as helpless as their raindrops , yet in the modern world I am grass-ish! Have those cats forgot those riches? Their long-lost teachers mourn. Cry , speak appallingly , howl hideously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.