The forsaken waterfall 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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A fool of vengeance infests a sky of stillness, fitfully. 
Why, why do I heal the hill inside the storm flowing from a uncaring mirage, thunderously..? 
An exquisite thunderbolt calls to my brother. 
In elder times he was shattered! 
My Queen of frustration protects, hopefully. 
Their mirage coiling within a familiar desert is dying beside their lush thunderbolt... 
My sand of abandonment is stretching beyond my uncaring hill. 
The rock of heartache far above the vampire is dreaming of a sensual dream! 
The mother rides the thorn, as thunderously as the rainbow towering above the gothtastic rose. 
Have their spirits resisted memories? 
Have orgasmic hordes forgot their martyrs? 
Long ago I was as black as the sky of anger... 
For what reason are those teachers forgotten? 
In elder times I was sea-wounded. 
The mother is falling beneath the brother of anger. 
Why, why do I heal the garden far above the grass of heartache, unseeingly?

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.