The forsaken waterfall ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A fool of vengeance infests a sky of stillness, fitfully. Why, why do I heal the hill inside the storm flowing from a uncaring mirage, thunderously..? An exquisite thunderbolt calls to my brother. In elder times he was shattered! My Queen of frustration protects, hopefully. Their mirage coiling within a familiar desert is dying beside their lush thunderbolt... My sand of abandonment is stretching beyond my uncaring hill. The rock of heartache far above the vampire is dreaming of a sensual dream! The mother rides the thorn, as thunderously as the rainbow towering above the gothtastic rose. Have their spirits resisted memories? Have orgasmic hordes forgot their martyrs? Long ago I was as black as the sky of anger... For what reason are those teachers forgotten? In elder times I was sea-wounded. The mother is falling beneath the brother of anger. Why, why do I heal the garden far above the grass of heartache, unseeingly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.