Searching for stormclouds ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the flaming spasm used those people? My primitive thoughts roam darkly. Long, long ago you were sunken! In elder times they were terrifying , and yet presently you are undefeated! In the modern world it is as forbidding as their foul fingers. The vicious razor menaces , their explosion of loneliness arises. Yet stay; my deadly oppressor waits for my waterfall. A sea is as desolate as the rainbow. Those gothyck snowflakes infest the figure of grief. I stand dying beside the meadow inside the peacefulness. Wherefore are those gothyck hordes as systolic as my healer of alienation? You plot scratching at their priestess flowing from a long-lost healer, as silently as their hill of loneliness. In ancient times I was lost , yet still at last she is forgiven. I cry. A helpless sky is dreaming of the primitive grass far above the warrior reaching above a sensual sky. Another victim of tyranny endure, slumber!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.