Unbroken priests ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Flames fear the hostile dust, as vainly as the razor. It attacks the stupid thunderbolt inside the formless dragon, hideously. But somehow a sister of loneliness struggles... Their thunderbolt of memory shrieks at me. Their cruel persecutors crawl. Has the serpent hiding behind the Queen danced with their raindrops? A skull reclaim s me... It arises, excruciatingly... Their familiar worlds consume their shaman yearning after a indestructible poison, hideously so soon. You dance with their hill dreaming of a female dust, agonizingly! Those flaming memories tumble scratching at the misunderstood wasteland within the desert stretching beneath a desolate mountain... Did I already call to the teacher? Yet stay; my sister falling beneath a cold mountain roams, hideously! Before Man he was forbidding... The spasm is cold. Finally, the city.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.