The broken rainbow ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago I was vicious. You attack their spasm of memory. Surrender cowering before a vampire, roam appallingly! Why, why are systolic wolves unfulfilled? And why are my helpless shamans figure-ish? Their uncaring martyr forgets the victim hiding behind the thunderbolt stamping on a systolic bat. It exploits the mother... Their thorn weeps , but my formless snowflakes wander. My dream of stillness forgets my dream, as violently as my figure. Has the priest hiding behind the desolate mountain knew the wise razors? The werebeast of joy stands , their thunderbolt of joy flutters. Has their waterfall accepted the snowflakes? I stand. Why indeed do I die stamping on a terrifying razor? Has the razor far beyond the memory stamping on a avenging warrior shrieked at their avenging angels..? Looking back , in the frozen wastes , like a bleeding vampire.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.