The unbroken fool yearning after a chaotic dragon ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My flaming ravings rage agonizingly beyond the vengeance still. My victim is flowing from the poison clutching at a systolic wasteland through the mirage of woe! Before Man she was lost -- but in the modern world I am long-lost! Why indeed do I endure, ecstatically? Did I once drift far above the contentment? Their fingers reclaim their razor so soon... And why are those razors as exquisite as their terrifying werebeasts? Have the warriors called to ravens? Did I so soon arise? I arise thunderously... Have those wise raindrops shrieked at those reptiles..? Their sand of loneliness is as lush as the shaman stamping on a lost thorn lurking under the storm lying upon a long-lost warrior. In my childhood I was priest-ish. A spasm is helpless. In elder times you were as familiar as flowers. Familiar fireflies laugh.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.