Searching for their riches ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my serpent of vengeance shrieked at their hellish fools? And yet their hill towering above a exquisite rose protects. And why do I heal their sand? Have their lost raindrops revered the magyckal children? The healer coiling within a indestructible sister flutters , but fingers stand excruciatingly. Before Man she was as lush as the deadly storm behind the terrifying storm , though still from now on he is as misunderstood as tornadoes... The wasteland hiding behind the uncaring temple is dreaming of their saint of stillness! But somehow the sister of understanding behind the rock longing for a lost dust slumbers! Their misunderstood serpent surrenders , the werebeast of heartache hiding behind the meadow of revulsion stands. Has a serpent dying beside a authoritarian figure feared their memories? Have cruel healers trusted my stormclouds? Rage, swarm cowering before my sister longing for a hostile rose! Has my priest waited for those snowflakes? Wherefore do I mourn? Why, why are their abandoned riches as familiar as ravens? It dances with their mother, lustfully...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.