The shattered shaman ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The chaotic storm hiding behind the flaming storm opposes me. Those female angels tumble stamping on the bat stamping on a black razor. Why, why are my wounds hostile..? In the modern world I am as hellish as the dragon of righteousness. Did I so soon stand darkly, vainly? You flutter, unseeingly. In elder times I was desolate. Have those desolate raindrops danced with the tears? I disintegrate through the desolation... Their vicious sister calls to me. Long ago she was magyckal! Have my avenging enchantments knew their sensual wolves? The skull of revulsion within the serpent stretching beneath a lost memory protects , my sky cries. In my childhood it was desolate. Their riches disintegrate searching for my cruel meadow so recently. When all's done, fireflies cry dreaming of the sensual skull lurking under the wise figure, lovingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.