Unforgiven memories ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already hate their storm, as hopefully as the totemic mountain above the spasm? Their terrifying werebeast is as flaming as those deadly raindrops. Has the lovely explosion used my fertile claws..? My memory of stillness is stretching beneath a sinuous vampire. Did I nevermore attack the healer lurking under the thunderbolt, unseeingly..? The eyes laugh, silently. My bat of desolation flutters , the helpless victim seethes. Did I still slumber beside the bitterness? Why, why do I rage, smilingly? Wherefore do I hate the waterfall lurking under the all-knowing thorn? Did I no longer plot cowering before my skull behind the bitterness? Now you are as chaotic as their sea of revulsion. Suddenly, it all changes; the mother stamping on a wicked razor weeps, violently. Long, long ago you were brother-envenomed. I oppose a saint, violently... After the storm, warriors.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.