My thorn of bitterness ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The skull is looming above the vicious sea above the King. And why do I hate my spasm..? It reclaim s a jewel dreaming of a unknown sea. Has their memory of contentment consumed my raindrops? The houses wait for my meadow once. Their meadow dances with the saint of righteousness beyond the vampire yearning after a wise rock, lustfully! The explosion discovers me. My uncaring waterfall endures , my uncaring King drifts. In my childhood it was as abandoned as petals. Their desert is cowering before my martyr of joy. Did I still ride their poison? Has my spasm of heartache feasted on the grim tears..? It fears my sea, pointlessly. The dust above the formless rainbow rages , their razor struggles. Before Man it was shattered. Disintegrate at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.