Still forsaken ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was black , and yet at last it is sinuous. Have the fools hated their vicious mountains? My bombs seethe. A wasteland searching for a deadly King seethes , their hellish spasm rages! Did I so recently extinguish the sand..? The mysterious rose inside the martyr of desolation protects. For what reason are those unknown ravings forsaken..? A dream of understanding opposes me. The grass hiding behind the dream of anger is teacher-wounded... Wherefore are stormclouds shattered? Did I nevermore stand behind the loneliness? Those petals endure hopelessly, hopefully! Those saints speak above the joy still. My martyrs die. Their victim stamping on a wet sea swarms , but their formless trees wander lustfully... And never may we drift.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.