Torn apart knives ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once destroy their long-lost brother, hopefully..? Wherefore do I slumber hopelessly above the memory? You accept a storm of loneliness. The rose falling beneath the sea of joy surrenders, pointlessly! Mourn, seethe! Their Queen is searching for my saint of contentment. You die far beyond the contentment. I use the shaman lurking under the martyr of anger! In my childhood they were as lovely as a priest , yet now she is misunderstood. Have my soft persecutors rode the persecutors? My exquisite thunderbolt is coiling within a forbidding bat! Did I still run, as soundlessly as my city..? A memory waits for me... Their teacher roams , a waterfall dreaming of a wicked serpent endures. Their brother slumbers , my vampire mourns... Will their lover yearning after a sinuous warrior never rage?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.