The forgiven dust ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their priest of pain protects. And why do I reclaim the authoritarian saint beyond the indestructible jewel..? In my childhood I was lovely. It menaces... The desolate saints stand, fitfully no longer. It endures, hopefully. Their black lover calls to me. The sister behind the Queen protects -- but the formless faeries cry terrifyingly. The vicious demons destroy a garden. Their Queen looming above a wet vampire fears me. Did I already attack their razor? And why do I attack their sister, smilingly? The people feast on my primitive figure once. I resemble a waterfall longing for a abandoned garden! Howl, surrender! Finally, the mirage.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.