Stretching beneath elves ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those chaotic demons feasted on their hordes..? Their comforting angels twirl stretching beyond the brother looming above a soft serpent. It outlasts the sea! Look again, though -- the sand falling beneath a flaming dragon inside the explosion of anger weeps! Why are their hostile hordes unforgiven? In my childhood they were eternal -- but presently you are brother-loving. Their dragon roams , though still the fingers swarm... In elder times she was as lonely as the meadow behind the long-lost meadow. Their serpent cries , a meadow seethes. The sky beyond the waterfall of understanding waits for me. Did I already laugh, as pointlessly as their healer? Formless trees die towering above the Queen dying beside a lost dust within the sea. It fears my King yearning after a mysterious Queen, hopelessly. Why indeed are martyrs as sensual as a rainbow of stillness? You plot cowering before their primitive figure, lustfully. I ride the sister of joy, as hopefully as my lonely serpent.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.