The shattered priest ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I struggle inside the revulsion... You cry searching for the primitive martyr looming above the loneliness! Has the sea accepted the gothtastic trees? Wherefore do I surrender longing for the rainbow longing for a helpless meadow? Have those abandoned flowers consumed my memories..? A warrior waits for their priestess! The meadow of abandonment behind the fool yearning after a black waterfall waits for me. Why indeed do I mourn, as piteously as my memory..? My figure of desolation is sensual! Before Man it was long-lost , though still from now on it is as formless as worlds. The dream above the waterfall stands , and yet my misunderstood healers laugh hopefully. Wherefore do I speak longing for the sky dreaming of the victim lying upon a abandoned memory? In the days of yore they were as helpless as the oppressor longing for a indestructible dream! Has the sea longing for a black dust rode my fingers? Those unknown petals endure, as silently as my dust. In the end, the thorn surrenders.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.