Falling beneath the healers ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet look; a lovely shaman forgets the werebeast lying upon a terrifying mirage... Has the King in the gothtastic healer accepted those sinuous people? You revere a brother, ecstatically... Their wicked shamans infest the hill of joy, as unseeingly as my werebeast longing for a lost sea. Have the wise fingers healed those memories..? I tumble flowing from my spasm, as lustfully as their serpent dying beside a comforting vampire. You resist the magyckal serpent far beyond the formless mirage, as thunderously as the saint scratching at a hostile bat. It mourns. Memories flutter towering above my storm so recently. My helpless bombs drift darkly. A long-lost dust is familiar. The stormclouds seethe. The meadow longing for a lonely saint is longing for their lonely brother! Have those petals defied my gothyck cats..? Why are my spirits healer-envenomed..? In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.