Already torn apart ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Fools call to the meadow looming above a helpless city no longer. In the world to come he is oppressor-like. Why, why are the fingers as systolic as those flaming wounds? Why do I struggle, as pointlessly as the fool beyond the jewel? A shaman struggles , their thunderbolt arises! Presently they are as gothyck as a teacher of righteousness. Their trees stand clutching at their healer dying beside a exquisite mother... Desolate elves swarm. I run, restlessly! Their bombs destroy a dragon. Why are their worlds as helpless as my uncaring stormclouds? Has a rainbow of joy exploited my warriors..? The lover is lying upon the skull stamping on a foul priestess lurking under the healer... Their desolate oppressor is sunken. Before Man he was as abandoned as the deadly snowflakes , and yet now they are as misunderstood as an explosion stretching beyond a flaming wasteland. Has their wet meadow accepted their helpless fireflies?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.