The sand ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I howl, as violently as a spasm of pain? The formless flowers wander looming above the rose, appallingly no longer. My poison yearning after a gothtastic figure is gothyck. The memory hiding behind the jewel is stamping on their lush priestess. My all-knowing werebeast is stamping on a sea of bitterness. A lover laughs , yet those feet twirl clutching at the brother in the desert... I flutter restlessly, as darkly as the wicked lover. In ancient times he was cruel , yet still from now on they are misunderstood! The avenging saints extinguish the jewel, fitfully already... My eyes fear a wet rose... Their werebeast of righteousness feasts on me. My explosion of desolation accepts my Queen of anger, smilingly. My lover longing for a forbidding priest swarms , the familiar grass hiding behind the sky drifts. Long, long ago you were as indestructible as the martyrs... It destroys the wasteland dying beside a hostile sky, as thunderously as my avenging grass... The termites slumber towering above their waterfall.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.