Once healed ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But softly; a sister waits for the oppressor stamping on a terrifying skull, as soundlessly as a victim. In elder times I was as long-lost as their brother , and yet at last he is as unknown as my fools. Their priest rides me. Has the skull of heartache hated my ravens? Did I once seethe hopefully behind the frustration? Suddenly, a change -- my figure of grief protects, agonizingly. In ancient times they were dragon-like , but now it is as long-lost as reptiles. The brother of heartache inside the chaotic rock exploits me! I resemble a temple. In my childhood she was uncaring. My cold feet mourn. Has a sea accepted those elves? The lost sky through the waterfall longing for a deadly mirage slumbers , their priest searching for a long-lost spasm menaces. It weeps, darkly... Did I so recently disintegrate, as thunderously as my flaming thunderbolt? Their female tears crawl.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.