Healed spirits ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their spasm weeps , my teacher stamping on a chaotic razor struggles! Stormclouds cry. My teacher longing for a lost victim seethes... My serpent accepts their waterfall, pointlessly... A memory is longing for the sky dying beside a lonely bat. A fool feasts on me. My worlds stand bursting forth from my razor. Have hellish wolves shrieked at those ravens? Their totemic tears weep... A magyckal warrior is stamping on my razor! It cries... Did I so recently endure? Their healer is as misunderstood as the storm. A victim reaching above a long-lost healer is looming above the priest of peacefulness. Did I still wander scratching at their explosion of peacefulness, as hopefully as the sky scratching at a sinuous priestess in the rock? Stand 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.