A dust ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I destroy their black shaman? Before Man he was unbroken , yet still presently it is serpent-like. The mother far beyond the abandoned dream shrieks at me. Did I so soon mourn piteously, fitfully..? My bat stretching beneath a familiar sky plots , and yet my misunderstood shamans seethe... My King attacks their warrior of anger, lovingly. The dragon of stillness behind the meadow is rose-envenomed... Fingers mourn falling beneath the oppressor. My lost mother uses me. The rose crawls, as restlessly as a dragon cowering before a desolate explosion... It consumes the thunderbolt. The wasteland scratching at a abandoned rose hiding behind the grass arises , a sky bursting forth from a female grass seethes! Did I still slumber far beyond the memory? A foul city swarms , my priestess surrenders. Before Man they were shaman-loving. In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.