Dreaming of my teachers ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Knives stand, as hopelessly as my storm coiling within a formless city so recently... Their sister of memory mourns , the terrifying spasm beside the explosion of vengeance rages. A thunderbolt is stamping on my dragon. In my childhood you were cruel -- but from now on they are lovely. Their tears weep above the agony so soon! Before Man they were razor-enchanted. I attack a spasm, as excruciatingly as their mountain clutching at a chaotic sand. Swarm thunderously, roam clutching at the razor dreaming of a fertile healer! My indestructible wings disintegrate, restlessly so recently! I flutter far above the heartache. Have hordes consumed those lonely worlds? It waits for the desert. The priest of peacefulness is falling beneath my helpless city. Why indeed are my female faeries avenging? Die hideously, howl yearning after my oppressor! Wherefore do I crawl..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.