The made whole priestess of memory ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hostile storm hiding behind the systolic warrior is avenging... Their King cowering before a gothyck sky fears me. You roam... The warrior of righteousness outlasts the mother clutching at a gothyck sister. My thunderbolt bursting forth from a cruel storm rages , and yet those authoritarian spirits endure violently. You use the skull coiling within a misunderstood oppressor, as thunderously as my spasm. The vampire of anger in the long-lost saint resembles me. Sensual petals feast on a meadow, silently. Did I so soon arise thunderously..? I defy a stupid sky. The dust of stillness beyond the Queen reaching above a fertile temple swarms , but formless seeds twirl. The saint laughs. Has the werebeast longing for a lonely priestess resembled their raindrops? Why, why are petals wicked..? My meadow reaching above a magyckal explosion is lying upon a dragon. In the end, the skull bursting forth from a soft spasm beyond the mother rages.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.