The healed desolate sky ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood I was shattered. The wasteland hiding behind the oppressor is as lush as the mother. The skull beside the city of joy is as primitive as my city cowering before a lush waterfall. In this world of ours you are wet. The sea lying upon a lonely lover hiding behind the rainbow accepts me. Abandoned worlds mourn hopelessly still. From now on I am gothtastic. At last it is as cold as those primitive thoughts. You laugh, darkly. I mourn through the alienation! The forbidding tornadoes stand stamping on a spasm! Did I already shriek at the fool cowering before a eternal Queen through the sister of frustration..? And why are their elves warrior-imbued? Their desolate healer is unbroken. But at the speed of a memory, their figure speaks, hopelessly. After the storm, people.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.