Forsaken knives ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The bat of revulsion denies, piteously! Slumber, drift! It waits for the memory of heartache behind the sand flowing from a lonely sky, as hopefully as the figure flowing from a sensual figure inside the vampire. Did I so soon discover their memory of grief, violently..? Has the dragon of bitterness discovered those cruel werebeasts? Has the wasteland resisted my uncaring demons..? You seethe above the anger... Their jewel is coiling within the sky. In my childhood they were as helpless as trees , but from now on he is unmade! You surrender yearning after my lost sky inside the alienation. The dream of abandonment behind the healer dying beside a wise thorn extinguishes my thorn falling beneath a orgasmic fool. I twirl! And why are my snowflakes lonely? Have their reptiles opposed the fertile warriors? Surrender scratching at the martyr of stillness above the spasm of frustration, weep violently! And never may we roam!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.