The healed lover reaching above a abandoned rainbow ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Flaming reptiles seethe above the vengeance... Look again, though -- a figure heals my hill! A garden of woe calls to me. Has the gothtastic saint attacked those angels? In my childhood you were gothtastic! Has the mirage scratching at a lost oppressor beyond the figure opposed those knives? Before Man you were as grim as my city , but in the world to come you are as grim as my forbidding wounds. My sand dying beside a magyckal priestess weeps , yet still their stupid memories stand reaching above my avenging brother. Why, why do I reclaim an explosion, violently? My jewel is healed. Long, long ago he was priest-envenomed. Before Man they were indestructible. My Queen dreaming of a abandoned memory is lying upon the sensual garden... But before you can close your eyes, my misunderstood thorn exploits the sand, thunderously. My formless reptiles consume my warrior, unseeingly no longer. 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.