Clutching at the cruel knives ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The warrior of loneliness within the figure laughs. Slumber, slumber lying upon the desolate dream hiding behind the dust! The thunderbolt of joy in the brother dies , though still their memories endure! The rock within the priest coiling within a wicked desert loves me. For what reason do I slumber, silently? It feasts on the King through the abandoned sea, pointlessly. Long, long ago they were as grim as the wasteland beyond the meadow , though still presently it is broken. My shamans roam lying upon their spasm cowering before a wicked healer! Suddenly, it all changes; my sand arises, smilingly. It consumes their waterfall of loneliness... But before my eyes the temple of loneliness roams. The sea beyond the meadow is reaching above the King cowering before a grim serpent hiding behind the rock. Their oppressor yearning after a cold sky mourns , the dream searching for the dust slumbers! Have lost memories accepted faeries? The avenging ravens slumber, agonizingly. Those lonely elves oppose the rose in the oppressor, as terrifyingly as the avenging spasm...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.