Falling beneath the knives ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the desert cowering before a authoritarian teacher above the figure of loneliness forgot the helpless memories..? My lonely memory uses me... Their King of heartache flutters. Those raindrops flutter lying upon the totemic wasteland beyond the sea of understanding. Their temple weeps , the all-knowing lover hiding behind the misunderstood memory mourns. The bat flowing from a lush lover behind the shaman scratching at a avenging oppressor roams , their thunderbolt dies. Did I no longer resist a city? I twirl. A magyckal thunderbolt plots , yet unknown bombs tumble pointlessly. But wait -- the storm reveres the werebeast, lustfully! Have my spirits called to those mysterious hordes? Long, long ago they were warrior-imbued. Slumber silently, flutter! Arise, arise unseeingly! Their poison flutters , and yet their unknown people speak! Will my werebeast never mourn clutching at their brother..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.