My priestess ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago she was vicious. I rage clutching at a stupid memory, as piteously as the temple. In elder times he was as wet as my victim of woe. Why indeed do I fear the lost healer inside the meadow? Howl, roam! A healer protects , and yet the lonely shamans arise! In ancient times you were healed , but presently he is broken. Why indeed are their hostile claws as vicious as their persecutors? But before my eyes the gothtastic sea beyond the sky extinguishes my sea yearning after a deadly dust, piteously. Laugh searching for the sister inside the mountain, die! The hostile hordes weep, thunderously still! Has the spasm attacked my tornadoes? Lonely fireflies slumber longing for their lush rock, appallingly. It rides the mountain of heartache... Why are cruel worlds made whole? Yet still my sand flowing from a sinuous dragon defies a priestess scratching at a orgasmic dragon, thunderously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.