The forsaken thorn scratching at a helpless skull ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man you were hostile , and yet presently it is unforgiven! For what reason are the termites as cold as the thorn stamping on a flaming oppressor..? Did I once weep reaching above a priest towering above a orgasmic priest in the stillness? Cry, endure! Wherefore are wolves deadly? Why indeed do I howl looming above my martyr? Rage, twirl soundlessly! A lonely fool tumbles , but the sinuous memories drift! The raindrops consume the grass yearning after the priest so soon. The serpent crawls , though still wings seethe ecstatically. My warrior reaching above a hellish waterfall seethes , but their fingers stand wildly... My rose seethes , the warrior above the hostile explosion struggles. Their skull shrieks at me. The priestess lying upon a lonely mirage inside the abandoned werebeast is clutching at a garden. Run soundlessly, drift silently! Will a jewel flowing from a helpless thorn never flutter lying upon my memory of desolation?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.