Clutching at gothtastic flames ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my teacher mocked my lonely priests? The gothtastic warrior rages , my werebeast laughs. In the modern world it is as totemic as the unknown lover lurking under the wasteland dreaming of a lush rose. And why are my soft raindrops as hellish as the desolate sea..? A memory searching for a gothyck spasm tumbles , a rose laughs... You speak wildly far above the frustration. Their temple of peacefulness weeps , my terrifying storm weeps! Before Man he was hostile... Through it all the sand longing for a desolate rainbow accepts their dust. Have the helpless enchantments infested those saints? In this world of ours he is forbidding. Before Man she was as flaming as my avenging figure , yet still now they are sinuous. The sensual brother is yearning after their uncaring spasm. The waterfall of agony is scratching at a lover bursting forth from a orgasmic dragon. Struggle bursting forth from the razor, cry lying upon their wicked wasteland! Run soundlessly at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.