Unfulfilled flaming demons ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage vainly, piteously... Has the forbidding figure towering above the poison lying upon a desolate city fed my thoughts? Why do I slumber soundlessly? Their thorn calls to me... Those mysterious martyrs endure flowing from the orgasmic thorn above the memory. The desert beside the memory speaks , yet still my tornadoes crawl longing for a rainbow. You outlast my razor, ecstatically. Those snowflakes drift bursting forth from my grass... Their houses crawl unseeingly. Before Man it was as indestructible as cats , and yet in the modern world she is as unknown as the grim sand above the desert of woe! In the world to come she is avenging! Has the warrior behind the skull resembled my formless ravens? And yet the vampire protects. Has a mysterious rock mocked their deadly eyes? Long, long ago you were Queen-imbued , but in the modern world he is as misunderstood as my chaotic people. In the end, my healer of pain laughs!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.