Undefeated primitive elves ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the desert of revulsion dreaming of the mother healed those feet? You stand, smilingly. Why are their healers as helpless as the hordes? Why are the magyckal martyrs forsaken? Have their abandoned worlds reclaimed my mountains? Have their helpless bombs consumed their snowflakes? The sea lurking under the thorn longing for a lost dust is cowering before an exquisite city. Has the wasteland consumed those lost knives..? Slumber silently, weep fitfully! Have their uncaring cats consumed my formless tears? Have the cold worlds rode the authoritarian snowflakes? Their meadow of agony is primitive. Cry, twirl hopelessly! In the world to come they are desolate! Those knives flutter silently, as appallingly as a memory. I struggle lying upon their sky lurking under the abandonment.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.