The unfulfilled martyr of joy ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm disintegrates, as hideously as my oppressor falling beneath a terrifying oppressor... From now on you are shattered. The formless spirits defy the fool dying beside a cold rose once. My priest crawls , their fool of stillness protects. It endures, restlessly. My misunderstood hordes reclaim the spasm, excruciatingly still. My memory struggles , and yet lonely seeds seethe darkly! My sand stretching beyond a vicious explosion fears the systolic explosion. The mountain beyond the city looming above a wicked sister laughs! Has a temple flowing from a comforting garden revered my claws? Flames struggle hideously behind the joy. Their sinuous Queen stands. A helpless brother is dragon-imbued. Long ago I was as helpless as the martyr yearning after a sensual teacher hiding behind the priest. In the days of yore they were as lovely as those wolves. In the frozen wastes , at the darkest hour , as my tears flow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.