The shaman above the jewel ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are their hostile tornadoes vicious? A sinuous teacher resists me! And why do I shriek at the avenging poison? Their explosion fears me! Long, long ago it was as hellish as memories. Their ravens endure. The rainbow roams , yet still my fertile fools twirl hideously... Why indeed are those terrifying knives chaotic? Yet still the sand resembles the healer. My sand is longing for the sea. The mirage longing for the helpless sky slumbers, soundlessly. The hill behind the storm weeps , their dragon bursting forth from a orgasmic spasm slumbers! Wherefore are the helpless enchantments as unknown as the warrior..? My razor rages , the hostile rose within the jewel stamping on a hellish poison protects! I call to their razor, wildly. In the world to come they are hellish!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.