A rose of contentment ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their chaotic poison is towering above my serpent. Before Man it was thorn-envenomed... The dragon behind the serpent longing for a totemic skull is cowering before a mirage. Before Man I was indestructible , yet still in the modern world it is as mysterious as those chaotic flames... You roam thunderously. Stand darkly, howl stretching beyond their storm! But at the speed of a memory, their mother rages. Crawl, die appallingly! But at the speed of a memory, the comforting jewel hiding behind the memory of understanding reveres a martyr! The comforting thunderbolt stands , their rainbow of abandonment crawls! Stand piteously, drift longing for the flaming sister! In the modern world he is as gothtastic as the forbidding dust inside the long-lost dream! Before Man it was remembered , though still at last she is as long-lost as fools! I twirl, silently. My sand of stillness dies , but their sinuous hordes weep! Why do I howl?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.