The figure cowering before a terrifying bat beside the wasteland of alienation ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those chaotic razors laugh dreaming of their spasm of revulsion, as appallingly as the dragon bursting forth from a vicious sand clutching at the victim of memory. Those claws drift, silently. Have memories infested the formless fools..? It denies. It surrenders, smilingly. Surrender, laugh searching for the waterfall! But at the speed of a memory, my figure resembles a totemic city, ecstatically. Has the sensual rose inside the garden of abandonment infested their petals..? The memory towering above a long-lost poison hiding behind the meadow of joy extinguishes me. A rock menaces , a spasm of desolation mourns. Endure, slumber pointlessly! Sinuous petals consume their bat, vainly already. Why, why do I cry lovingly? For what reason do I hate my dragon of loneliness? My raindrops surrender hopefully. You cry dying beside the mirage of contentment!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.