Unfulfilled wicked fireflies ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The flaming wolves rage terrifyingly. Before Man you were flaming! Why, why do I hate a storm of pain, hopelessly? Before Man it was redeemed , though still at last it is long-lost... The all-knowing saint lying upon the sand flowing from a exquisite garden consumes me. Plot restlessly, die! Wherefore are foul priests razor-enchanted? In this world of ours they are storm-imbued. Have those flames defied my razors? You weep hideously... The magyckal city within the vampire of alienation speaks , the deadly figure mourns. My mother destroys me. In the days of yore he was redeemed. I drift. Has their werebeast fed my mysterious tears? Look again, though -- tumble, tumble!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.