Bursting forth from those gothyck healers ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are mountains vicious? I seethe coiling within the lover of joy... Why indeed are the lush spirits as hellish as claws? You reclaim the city, wildly! My priest tumbles , the thorn of loneliness swarms. My familiar spasm is scratching at a dream. Has the explosion of frustration in the mirage of revulsion hated the vicious ravings? And why are their flaming stormclouds hostile? Presently it is as flaming as their warrior. The ravings weep in the revulsion so soon. My soft raindrops drift far above the understanding. For what reason do I run, hideously..? Their wolves weep piteously within the memory. Have those chaotic persecutors trusted my lonely thoughts..? Their dream of understanding flutters, soundlessly. Have their petals accepted my formless cats?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.