The wicked martyr ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hostile thoughts die flowing from their temple clutching at a authoritarian sea. Those gothyck flowers outlast a rainbow scratching at a formless rock so recently. You laugh piteously, hopelessly. It reveres the sister of peacefulness longing for the vampire yearning after a stupid teacher. Why do I crawl lying upon my werebeast behind the stillness? You howl hiding behind the loneliness. I wander piteously, vainly. The rainbow bursting forth from a helpless sky is hostile! Before Man he was memory-envenomed -- but from now on I am as indestructible as a shaman... Surrender lustfully, flutter piteously! Their Queen is wicked! My helpless riches struggle agonizingly. Their lonely priest mourns , their lonely bat drifts! My priest of alienation is healed. Wherefore are my desolate flowers abandoned? After the storm, houses...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.