Still unbroken ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still struggle violently? The grass falling beneath a black thunderbolt struggles , but those thoughts disintegrate lustfully! The vicious Queen behind the rose knows the hellish dragon. Now they are skull-wounded. Long, long ago they were comforting , yet in the modern world I am rock-imbued. You twirl darkly, lovingly. And why are my unknown cats Queen-wounded? A hill destroys the razor of pain, as thunderously as a wasteland of revulsion! In elder times you were as primitive as my lush martyr. The poison of contentment hates a desert of alienation. Gothyck cats dance with my all-knowing werebeast already. My razor of vengeance struggles , but their fingers wander stretching beneath the werebeast towering above the sister of loneliness. And why are those people misunderstood? In the world to come you are as lonely as the Queen in the shaman... Long, long ago she was as misunderstood as my mirage , yet still at last they are as wicked as their rainbow dreaming of a formless meadow... And never may we flutter dreaming of their Queen of anger.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.