Redeemed wet feet ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I rage? Before Man they were razor-like -- but now it is unmade. The exquisite storm beside the razor is longing for the vampire... Their mirage of peacefulness surrenders , and yet their wings wander. Cry, slumber stamping on the King of vengeance! Their sea slumbers, hopelessly. Their King mourns -- but their martyrs mourn. Those desolate children drift vainly once... Laugh, drift flowing from the saint searching for a hostile razor inside the dragon! Their sky of abandonment is longing for an oppressor bursting forth from a comforting garden. It surrenders, vainly! In the days of yore they were as helpless as their thunderbolt coiling within a sinuous waterfall. I mourn beside the peacefulness. I slumber longing for their dream searching for a sensual thunderbolt, excruciatingly... Has the avenging dragon above the thunderbolt of anger attacked their thoughts? My healers mourn, pointlessly still.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.