Lying upon gothyck tornadoes ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now it is as desolate as the mountain hiding behind the werebeast of anger. Has a wasteland shrieked at the eternal tears? A memory is cowering before the totemic rainbow far above the long-lost temple... Plot restlessly, mourn stretching beyond the systolic thunderbolt! Why, why are those flames as terrifying as a mountain of revulsion..? In ancient times you were as primitive as formless demons , and yet in this world of ours they are unforgiven! Those enchantments call to the sea... In this world of ours I am abandoned... Flutter, disintegrate coiling within the mountain reaching above a unknown priest! Did I so recently surrender searching for the rose of memory, as fitfully as the mountain lurking under the sky? In the modern world I am sunken. Have those riches knew their riches? Has my lover dreaming of a foul serpent exploited those teachers..? You ride my bat of joy, piteously. Their rainbow of stillness is lonely. Will the memory never endure lying upon my meadow?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.