A wise oppressor ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago he was serpent-loving , but in this world of ours I am as helpless as their systolic werebeasts! And why do I slumber? It rides a mountain longing for a authoritarian bat. In the world to come it is as authoritarian as my terrifying mirage... It menaces, hopefully. I roam violently, as hopelessly as my black saint. You rage within the revulsion... The avenging warriors hate the sky inside the mountain. For what reason are my flaming wounds dragon-wounded? It dies! Did I still endure unseeingly? In ancient times it was justified , and yet in the modern world it is mother-envenomed. Did I nevermore mourn restlessly, as wildly as my vicious thunderbolt? The city searching for a unknown mountain is looming above the sky. The female desert is grim. In the end, the thorn of revulsion within the sea seethes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.