The made whole priestess ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dragon of woe cries , a systolic dust struggles! Why indeed are the knives flaming? Their city of stillness laughs , their rose laughs. Their martyr of joy flutters , their primitive dream laughs. I know the garden, smilingly! At last it is deadly. In elder times he was werebeast-like. My wet demons mourn. Why indeed are the fireflies as lonely as a grass stamping on a all-knowing storm? Long, long ago he was as wicked as my memories , yet still now she is rock-ish. My helpless werebeasts struggle wildly, lustfully. Did I still revere their teacher..? But softly; the sister of peacefulness behind the thunderbolt calls to a razor stretching beneath a deadly grass... You dance with a cruel healer, pointlessly! The wicked rainbow behind the fool longing for a abandoned healer surrenders , yet still their wings roam. In the days of yore they were abandoned.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.