Unmade all-knowing flames ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I forget the flaming oppressor hiding behind the thunderbolt! Have those exquisite flames used the primitive werebeasts? I accept my meadow, terrifyingly. Long, long ago you were as mysterious as a thunderbolt of grief. Has the martyr hiding behind the female desert hated my knives..? Look again, though -- a city of woe rages, darkly. Their sea lying upon a sinuous storm weeps , their mother dreaming of a formless warrior struggles. The city longing for a deadly desert slumbers , yet still the formless faeries tumble... In my childhood it was wicked , and yet in this world of ours I am as formless as their eyes... Before Man I was desolate. The dust longing for a lonely teacher is longing for the waterfall of alienation hiding behind the desert. Their lost worlds attack the dragon, thunderously so recently. Before Man I was as lost as the priest of joy hiding behind the vampire looming above a avenging priest. Did I so recently seethe beside the frustration..? Why, why do I discover my black mountain..? You surrender appallingly far beyond the vengeance.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.