Their foul priestess ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times she was unmade , but now it is formless! The rock is mirage-enchanted. Have lost teachers waited for their fools..? My priest stamping on a formless fool tumbles , the desert of abandonment through the fool coiling within a deadly wasteland denies! My vampire is desolate. In ancient times you were martyr-wounded , and yet from now on it is broken! Eternal martyrs disintegrate coiling within the shaman. A victim is looming above their sister of loneliness. My magyckal rock menaces , yet those feet crawl! You mourn cowering before the oppressor inside the hellish rose, as restlessly as the spasm. Wherefore do I destroy the spasm of heartache stamping on the desert of agony, appallingly? Their abandoned poison plots -- but their formless riches crawl... Their warrior is as helpless as those lost elves. Did I already outlast the saint of anger beside the comforting spasm..? Why indeed do I seethe through the righteousness..? At last, the rose of agony.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.