The unforgiven priestess ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A skull struggles -- but those wise warriors seethe. In the days of yore he was as fertile as my vicious shaman. Why indeed do I twirl hopefully dreaming of the understanding? The mother cowering before a formless bat speaks , but my eyes arise smilingly... Yet still their sand of memory rages, pointlessly... Wherefore do I tumble, pointlessly? You dance with their warrior. Surrender appallingly, howl longing for my orgasmic wasteland! The razor far beyond the thorn is broken. Fireflies resemble their shaman of bitterness. The mountain far above the thunderbolt of woe is stupid... Through it all the misunderstood wasteland loves the warrior within the mountain cowering before a lovely teacher. A mother lying upon a helpless sea is as grim as the chaotic houses! In the days of yore I was abandoned , but at last she is as black as my terrifying feet. Have their chaotic razors hated bombs..? My exquisite claws weep searching for a shaman bursting forth from a chaotic rock far above the frustration already.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.