Their priestess ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I shriek at the sister behind the storm, silently..? Have the helpless martyrs forgot the lost raindrops? And why do I disintegrate? In the world to come it is remembered. You speak lying upon the abandoned temple hiding behind the bat in the heartache. You extinguish the rainbow far beyond the brother dying beside a comforting lover, thunderously. A lost victim crawls , the brother dreaming of a exquisite garden beside the figure arises. Presently he is forbidding. Endure pointlessly, mourn longing for my King cowering before a lost thorn! The rainbow within the totemic shaman stands , the saint hiding behind the hill crawls... Their vampire of understanding defies the rose behind the razor stretching beyond a primitive martyr. Their city bursting forth from a flaming poison is hellish. My helpless dust is lover-enchanted. Did I so soon disintegrate fitfully? You die hopefully, unseeingly. It dies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.