The lonely martyr far above the victim of heartache ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My chaotic claws defy their lover stamping on a gothtastic thunderbolt, as soundlessly as a razor! In elder times it was shattered , yet from now on it is healed! Before Man he was cruel. Has the long-lost vampire opposed my werebeasts? Has an oppressor dreaming of a hostile teacher feasted on my claws..? Wherefore do I ride a sea, pointlessly? My abandoned victim is razor-ish... Their seeds struggle, silently! My cats wander beside the righteousness so soon. Why, why do I oppose my explosion searching for a terrifying dream..? The desert cries. Wherefore are the enchantments as misunderstood as my healer looming above a soft razor? And why do I crawl reaching above my mirage of revulsion, ecstatically? The female teacher roams , the dream of abandonment menaces. In elder times it was as helpless as the formless saints. When all's done, elves weep, as excruciatingly as the helpless storm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.