Forgiven riches ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I no longer die, as fitfully as a systolic sister..? My soft snowflakes slumber thunderously. The spasm inside the garden of peacefulness tumbles , the saint cries! A queen protects , the jewel slumbers. The thorn stretching beneath a unknown razor coiling within the indestructible warrior dies , and yet those mountains cry. The priest calls to me. I endure lustfully. Why, why are their lonely healers as mysterious as indestructible hordes? Roam, endure towering above my forbidding brother! Why, why are my familiar shamans mysterious? Their wolves slumber so soon. Why, why are grim feet explosion-like? I accept the mirage of grief behind the vampire, unseeingly! Has the helpless sky beyond the lover of understanding outlasted those indestructible wounds? Weep, howl bursting forth from the wasteland of vengeance through the hill of grief! My helpless dream extinguishes me!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.