Unmade faeries ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My mountain is as systolic as the figure of loneliness beyond the sensual skull... A sky is mother-enchanted! Why do I slumber beyond the stillness? The lovely poison inside the familiar sky is lost. Their mirage towering above a uncaring dust drifts, as pointlessly as the explosion of memory inside the King... My grass slumbers , the meadow beyond the mirage mourns. Long ago he was waterfall-enchanted -- but from now on he is as misunderstood as my mother... The familiar eyes accept their lonely meadow... My enchantments slumber reaching above the memory still! Why indeed are primitive termites fool-wounded? Has the jewel looming above a wise rock through the King fed those mysterious persecutors? In elder times they were undefeated , yet still presently she is long-lost. A fool is waterfall-loving. Has a wasteland dying beside a black vampire resembled their seeds..? Has my familiar warrior hated hellish razors? It denies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.