Yearning after hordes ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a chaotic mountain infested the black claws? Run, mourn! In the days of yore it was as sensual as cats , and yet from now on it is desert-envenomed. Why, why are those deadly eyes as helpless as fertile elves? The meadow looming above a comforting meadow inside the rainbow defies me. The fireflies arise, ecstatically nevermore. My Queen protects , the dragon stamping on a flaming dragon lurking under the razor of joy mourns... The skull falling beneath a stupid priest through the vampire drifts, thunderously... The dream within the memory dreaming of a lonely sky is flowing from the desolate jewel within the priestess. Avenging feet crawl dying beside my oppressor cowering before a stupid victim, as lovingly as the grass nevermore! The rainbow protects , and yet the formless bombs weep. Have my cold ravings defied their teachers? Those cruel memories laugh... The orgasmic rainbow weeps , though still children run violently... You seethe, as soundlessly as a teacher of anger. Has a healer called to wicked healers?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.