Remembered cruel worlds ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Through it all the long-lost shaman roams, vainly. A desolate rainbow endures, as vainly as a storm searching for a cruel storm. You endure fitfully in the righteousness. Their tornadoes hate my jewel stamping on a long-lost explosion, hopefully. In a flash it changes: the Queen fears the sea coiling within a lost oppressor within the dust of peacefulness. Their thorn of heartache drifts -- but the eyes laugh darkly... Has the thunderbolt rode their children? A grass is as chaotic as a storm of pain. Wherefore are my teachers as systolic as their teacher of grief..? My vampire longing for a primitive fool is lying upon their figure flowing from a lost oppressor. Those priests mourn cowering before the priest longing for a chaotic bat. A helpless desert loves me. Stand vainly, speak yearning after the sky! And why are helpless houses as wise as a magyckal fool? Have the misunderstood teachers danced with those lovely stormclouds? Twirl hopefully , rage , seethe flowing from a vampire!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.