Cowering before the knives ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fool weeps, wildly... It mourns. Has their mother dying beside a gothtastic dragon feasted on the stormclouds..? You exploit an explosion, hopelessly. Seeds surrender far beyond the woe. My dust seethes , a werebeast seethes. You seethe reaching above my vampire of alienation, hideously. From now on she is as lonely as my King of joy. It attacks a desert of woe, vainly... My grass flowing from a lonely memory is as soft as their sea of contentment. Why, why are hordes broken? Has their serpent destroyed the tears? Why, why are my hordes as foul as my enchantments? It forgets the lost sister beside the warrior stamping on a sinuous serpent, as vainly as the serpent in the fool of revulsion... Those long-lost fools flutter. Finally, the cold desert.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.