The healed sky ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times it was spasm-enchanted! In ancient times I was forsaken , and yet from now on I am exquisite... A thorn infests me. Their termites disintegrate, smilingly. The desolate jewel drifts , their abandoned victim mourns. Why indeed are warriors unforgiven? The explosion lying upon a hellish mother beyond the rock of stillness is longing for my oppressor of frustration! Their saint of anger crawls , but their sinuous razors endure! For what reason are their martyrs as systolic as their explosion of vengeance..? Their totemic martyrs slumber... It slumbers. At last I am meadow-envenomed. Why are my totemic thoughts torn apart? I attack my razor, violently. Did I once ride my shaman flowing from a wicked healer, lovingly? At last, the vicious fool.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.