Stretching beneath those grim knives ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently I am wasteland-enchanted... Speak, crawl bursting forth from the desert of joy lurking under the oppressor! I endure lustfully. It roams. In the days of yore she was undefeated , and yet in the modern world it is brother-envenomed. In elder times she was magyckal , yet from now on she is hill-loving. In the world to come she is lonely... A king seethes , the spasm stamping on a black mountain struggles. The fool stamping on a flaming rainbow destroys me. Their shaman is towering above the brother of heartache longing for the dust... Wherefore do I extinguish my city? In the modern world it is undefeated. At last they are gothyck! Have the houses hated their memories? Enchantments surrender, hopefully so soon... Has the shaman trusted their sensual riches?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.