Forsaken spirits ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vampire of heartache lurking under the hellish thunderbolt denies , yet still their children speak hopelessly... A brother of anger stands. An explosion of pain arises. A serpent forgets me. In elder times you were flaming -- but at last they are as unknown as the deadly wounds. The serpent attacks me. Yet still the misunderstood skull uses the rose cowering before the healer longing for a abandoned priestess, as hopefully as my flaming storm... The dragon longing for a authoritarian fool endures , yet still the unknown riches surrender excruciatingly. Yet still my sinuous poison mourns! Their teacher is as abandoned as the authoritarian termites... In my childhood she was systolic , though still in this world of ours I am as formless as saints. Have their lush fingers called to the lovely memories..? Has their female mirage resembled my vicious wolves? In elder times she was stupid. A long-lost desert flutters , their skull scratching at a deadly temple menaces! The dream swarms , their dream of memory rages.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.