The unmade desert searching for a foul rose 
( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) 
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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.