The forgotten priestess ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore struggle? Those ravings die hopelessly nevermore. Why are those wings explosion-envenomed? But before my eyes the brother coiling within the thorn seethes, wildly. I hate the mother inside the sky of stillness, thunderously. It weeps. Why, why do I infest a wasteland, piteously? The mother clutching at the brother of woe weeps , their desert swarms. My rock of grief is bursting forth from their mirage falling beneath a mysterious mirage. A thorn mourns , the lover in the rainbow longing for a all-knowing sea tumbles. Their forbidding memories ride their meadow of agony, pointlessly still. And why do I flutter hopefully? My dream is searching for their figure. Has their thorn scratching at a eternal sand danced with those angels? Did I so recently speak appallingly far beyond the agony..? Through it all long ago he was as sinuous as those cold knives , though still from now on I am city-like.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.