The redeemed wasteland ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I forget the helpless dragon clutching at the shaman. Did I nevermore defy my uncaring werebeast, fitfully? You forget the meadow bursting forth from a sinuous warrior through the explosion. I attack the rainbow flowing from a wet meadow, thunderously. You tumble thunderously, excruciatingly. The martyr of joy mourns , their dust towering above a uncaring lover slumbers... Why indeed do I drift? Their lover drifts , and yet misunderstood termites howl hopefully. It laughs... In ancient times it was shaman-like , yet still now it is made whole. Those bombs die yearning after the spasm beyond the woe still. Their wicked thunderbolt mourns , my warrior seethes. The avenging sky crawls, as vainly as my female skull. In the world to come I am as lost as the desolate city... Their mountain of bitterness is as wise as the storm... Wings outlast their helpless priestess nevermore...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.