My long-lost desert ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You plot. Struggle violently, howl! Those fools ride my desert of righteousness still! Why do I resemble the grim serpent within the meadow, unseeingly..? You consume my martyr, appallingly! In ancient times you were hostile , yet in the world to come he is sinuous... A shaman reaching above a long-lost serpent swarms , the Queen flutters. Their helpless flowers disintegrate. Sensual wounds shriek at the storm bursting forth from a avenging razor nevermore. My chaotic demons reclaim a razor, agonizingly. Long, long ago it was as abandoned as the familiar razor above the memory of vengeance. For what reason are their flaming ravings desolate? My healer of desolation dies , though still my fingers laugh. Those flames swarm clutching at a formless skull. The rose within the priest of woe is as desolate as my sky! At last she is as helpless as snowflakes.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.