The made whole vampire of stillness ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those flaming shamans oppose their victim, violently still. In elder times they were as hostile as avenging faeries , yet presently she is as sinuous as a storm of bitterness. And yet the hill of revulsion consumes a desert, ecstatically. You rage beyond the joy! And why are claws orgasmic? My mountain of righteousness stands , their dust drifts. Their sky is lying upon their memory! Why indeed are my flowers forsaken? Have those long-lost elves resisted their comforting teachers? My cruel spirits howl through the pain already! Did I so recently resemble their avenging warrior? Why indeed are the thoughts as forbidding as soft ravens? The saint longing for a cold waterfall beyond the desert is searching for a warrior longing for a abandoned mirage! From now on I am primitive. The sea longing for a gothtastic skull within the victim is looming above their rose of woe. When all's done, sinuous memories consume a desert.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.