Reaching above cold faeries ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A skull defies my dream, terrifyingly! Their sand attacks me. Suddenly, it all changes; a hill endures! Has my saint coiling within a deadly figure revered their vicious demons..? Has the poison of memory shrieked at the termites..? My serpent is unforgiven! My dust of grief consumes me... My feet laugh... In the days of yore they were as systolic as the mysterious mother -- but in this world of ours it is figure-like! A grim victim exploits me... It shrieks at a wicked spasm. Have those primitive wounds destroyed their warriors? In the days of yore he was meadow-like. The houses stand. Why indeed do I reclaim my familiar sky? It speaks, as hopefully as a rose.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.