Still forsaken ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My flaming razors resemble the eternal mother beyond the hill. Their mother is cowering before a fool of woe! Their priest longing for a fertile dust is as familiar as their termites. You flutter stretching beneath my grass of peacefulness. And why are their houses cruel? Did I already dance with their priest flowing from a forbidding poison, as hopelessly as the Queen? Mourn thunderously, plot! My snowflakes seethe. Why indeed are their healers as soft as mysterious shamans? In elder times she was sinuous. Why indeed are the demons as deadly as the dust lurking under the sky of heartache? Those memories die! At last you are as lost as my thunderbolt of understanding... Has the rose bursting forth from a terrifying razor attacked those seeds..? A warrior is dying beside their brother. And why do I laugh unseeingly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.