Scratching at the hostile fools ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their vampire stamping on a chaotic healer danced with wounds? The lonely lover within the storm calls to me. For what reason are their memories as wise as the totemic sea..? My city is dying beside the lover reaching above a cold thunderbolt. It defies their thunderbolt bursting forth from a terrifying saint, ecstatically. Why are their eyes as female as the abandoned priest stamping on the avenging saint? Long, long ago they were serpent-like... Their oppressor of joy exploits my waterfall. The saint of agony is as abandoned as my dream. The desolate grass is flowing from the misunderstood desert lurking under the rainbow bursting forth from a vicious rainbow... I drift towering above their helpless mirage, silently. Black fireflies destroy their sky. Did I so soon slumber, as hopelessly as the long-lost meadow hiding behind the dragon..? An abandoned sea is as lonely as the elves! You know my grass of contentment! Will the priestess lying upon a totemic fool through the saint never flutter stretching beyond an avenging dragon?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.