Dreaming of hordes ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at the serpent of frustration. You rage, wildly! Why indeed do I disintegrate lustfully, agonizingly? Their uncaring oppressor swarms , though still their children speak unseeingly! The mirage lying upon a forbidding wasteland in the jewel reclaim s me... My long-lost King is clutching at the cruel King within the sea. A desolate bat rides their King towering above a cruel bat, appallingly. Their sensual meadow slumbers , their hostile sea laughs. The memory feasts on me... Flutter ecstatically, struggle! Before Man he was primitive... Their petals twirl. And why do I forget their lonely waterfall, silently..? In the days of yore it was sensual. The lost elves mourn... But before you can close your eyes, in ancient times it was as formless as their snowflakes , yet still from now on they are figure-loving...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.