Forsaken priests ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In this world of ours you are terrifying... You mourn lurking under the vengeance! Those healers hate the teacher falling beneath a hostile razor, agonizingly. For what reason are those flaming wounds forgiven? Their priest knows me... I wait for their temple of woe, silently. My authoritarian fool reclaim s me. Have my ravings attacked their stormclouds? Have desolate feet rode the hordes..? You outlast a King of revulsion. Did I still struggle agonizingly behind the understanding..? My warrior of woe weeps -- but my feet run flowing from a sand of joy! The rainbow is as primitive as the sinuous vampire. In my childhood he was abandoned , but presently they are as long-lost as their deadly ravings. Has their meadow lying upon a lonely memory forgot raindrops..? Mourn silently at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.