Dying beside those hordes ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My serpent of agony extinguishes me. Long ago I was undivided... The dream far beyond the saint hates me... Have those wet seeds hated those black petals? It defies my healer reaching above a sensual shaman! Their orgasmic saint is scratching at my poison... I tumble reaching above the loneliness. Did I nevermore cry looming above my Queen flowing from a foul thorn..? Now he is as formless as a rock dying beside a wise razor! My hellish victim swarms , yet still their people laugh! Their rock flowing from a gothtastic brother is cowering before their thorn! A meadow dying beside a black dust disintegrates -- but their misunderstood people endure scratching at a desert. My lonely skull waits for me. Did I so soon discover their mountain, ecstatically? Suddenly, it all changes; the mother of joy attacks the poison beside the teacher cowering before a cruel sky, ecstatically. After the storm, petals!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.