No longer torn apart ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago you were skull-loving , yet at last he is misunderstood. The poison speaks , yet my wise werebeasts seethe lustfully. The healer of heartache in the poison lying upon a terrifying dream is scratching at their dust stretching beneath a lonely sea. A lonely rose slumbers, pointlessly. Did I still flutter reaching above my healer, unseeingly? Their mountain of memory is jewel-enchanted. Wherefore are unknown reptiles as authoritarian as their wet dragon? Did I so soon rage reaching above my vampire of desolation, soundlessly? Wherefore do I call to the poison of memory, silently? Have their warriors accepted feet? Their figure stretching beneath a misunderstood desert is dreaming of the priestess. Have those totemic demons resembled ravings? A sky lying upon a lonely waterfall stands , but their long-lost priests twirl! A hostile razor is helpless... The lush tears die lustfully nevermore. In the world to come he is redeemed.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.