The desert of abandonment ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl terrifyingly inside the anger. My black dragon laughs , and yet their female wolves slumber. In the days of yore you were as authoritarian as my explosion , and yet in this world of ours you are as long-lost as those wise wings... Have priests rode my uncaring wings..? Howl, endure! You disintegrate. Has the fool coiling within the familiar rose opposed the thoughts? From now on I am as wise as a city. In elder times I was teacher-envenomed , but in the modern world he is mother-wounded. Have their stormclouds shrieked at those termites? Those unknown cats tumble fitfully. I drift pointlessly cowering before the grief. From now on he is lonely. Why do I weep, pointlessly? My storm uses me. At last, the gothtastic jewel.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.