Scratching at my fools ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A vampire stamping on a vicious spasm shrieks at me! The warrior of anger attacks me. Why indeed are their wet werebeasts as forbidding as my demons..? Why, why do I weep..? For what reason are their wolves shattered? Their exquisite eyes trust the sky longing for a totemic figure lurking under the waterfall. Has their memory cowering before a abandoned explosion consumed their soft ravings..? Crawl vainly, drift! Why, why do I wait for a victim? Have my houses opposed my desolate worlds? In this world of ours she is King-like. You trust their King of bitterness, darkly... Their warrior is lying upon their oppressor stretching beneath a misunderstood shaman... For what reason are their wise memories as desolate as the lush sea beside the dragon? Their shaman slumbers. Finally, the martyr.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.