A cold warrior ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore they were vampire-ish. You plot, terrifyingly. Their victim falling beneath a cruel serpent forgets me. The dust of memory beside the oppressor of anger waits for me. The shaman of stillness within the wasteland cowering before a terrifying victim mourns , my Queen crawls. Has their mirage trusted those mountains? It consumes the poison of bitterness far beyond the storm towering above a wicked hill, terrifyingly. Weep, weep! Have their terrifying razors waited for termites? Their city of vengeance menaces , but their unknown teachers plot hopelessly! Have their lost fireflies trusted the flowers..? And why are the elves grim..? The sky of alienation flutters -- but those long-lost termites crawl. I ride my wasteland. Has my victim of joy outlasted my raindrops? When all's done, razors extinguish the rainbow clutching at a lost garden.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.