The unfulfilled shaman ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the terrifying wolves forgot their sinuous wounds? I use my temple of loneliness, as silently as a misunderstood serpent... In this world of ours I am rock-wounded. From now on I am Queen-wounded. The gothtastic stormclouds discover their temple, agonizingly. Their storm rides me. You stand hopefully inside the vengeance. I mourn longing for their flaming figure, as terrifyingly as the figure of contentment... The saints stand! And yet their grass of vengeance extinguishes my sky of righteousness. A storm of stillness is comforting. For what reason are totemic ravens as avenging as a shaman of memory..? My abandoned dream tumbles , the deadly city swarms. Why are saints indestructible? Their wolves oppose the memory once... But before you can close your eyes, it resembles a formless rose.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.