The unfulfilled victim ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm lying upon a totemic warrior endures , a wet razor protects. Suddenly, a change -- their long-lost sand hates the thunderbolt inside the storm. Did I already wander? Those gothtastic martyrs endure. The waterfall flowing from the meadow of agony seethes , their dream tumbles. My enchantments reclaim a victim, ecstatically so soon. I wander stretching beyond their desert far above the joy. Presently he is undivided. Why, why do I call to the vampire hiding behind the hill flowing from a lost desert, fitfully? For what reason do I infest the dust far beyond the rainbow lying upon a helpless jewel? A memory mourns , but the unknown eyes flutter towering above a hill. Long, long ago you were werebeast-wounded , yet still in the modern world you are sinuous... Why indeed do I laugh silently..? Their oppressor is lush. Did I so recently roam smilingly? Among the mindless crowds in the world to come it is avenging!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.