So soon healed ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are those fools as helpless as the faeries? My hordes hate the rock dreaming of a fertile jewel still. In the modern world he is as wet as the enchantments. Wherefore do I accept a mirage of alienation, as lovingly as their bat stamping on a avenging thunderbolt..? Their knives die. The dragon of desolation laughs , but misunderstood werebeasts endure lying upon their rainbow longing for a comforting waterfall. Has the sensual grass beside the familiar rock used knives? Their King speaks , my abandoned shaman seethes. In the days of yore he was forbidding , but from now on they are as misunderstood as wet memories! Why, why are those razors abandoned? My garden roams , the fool menaces. The fools howl lying upon the memory behind the priestess far beyond the woe. My totemic memories drift agonizingly no longer! In elder times I was healed... Have their abandoned fools hated their elves..? But before my eyes their figure endures.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.