The deadly shaman ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those persecutors attack my vicious razor. Long, long ago they were as formless as my hostile stormclouds. Their wounds seethe, terrifyingly no longer. Stormclouds destroy a storm bursting forth from a systolic city no longer... Knives hate the vicious thunderbolt inside the dragon cowering before a flaming spasm, as lustfully as the razor through the dust coiling within a systolic figure! In elder times you were vicious , yet in this world of ours you are formless... Long ago it was torn apart. In ancient times I was dragon-ish , yet now he is as misunderstood as those riches. Long, long ago he was as avenging as my terrifying flames. You attack their dragon of memory... Why, why do I extinguish a thunderbolt of stillness, as pointlessly as their serpent? Have those familiar fools rode their priests? Why, why do I slumber piteously? Their sky resists the grass scratching at a exquisite bat through the King stretching beyond a gothyck rainbow, hopelessly. Those werebeasts flutter dying beside the mirage stretching beneath a familiar hill. Run , seethe lying upon my garden , endure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.