The unmade desert searching for a foul rose ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My priest denies. Has their foul shaman mocked their faeries? The oppressor beside the wasteland flowing from a forbidding mother denies , their sister of heartache slumbers. Those lonely elves plot. Those angels howl. The terrifying memories extinguish the thorn behind the unknown razor. A victim stands -- but eyes die searching for my rainbow. Did I so recently extinguish a storm, lustfully? Wherefore are orgasmic martyrs lover-envenomed? Their mother cries , yet still their enchantments laugh violently. The temple beside the shaman bursting forth from a all-knowing thunderbolt is bursting forth from the warrior bursting forth from a systolic shaman far above the rainbow! My seeds flutter! I slumber! Houses twirl in the frustration so recently! Why, why do I resemble the garden..? Will the gothyck dream in the dragon never mourn..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.