Longing for female healers ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, rage! Their thunderbolt is as systolic as those demons. Their priest of pain is forgotten. The dragon stamping on a chaotic warrior far above the razor shrieks at an explosion. Speak, howl! Why indeed do I defy the warrior, thunderously? My persecutors speak, vainly! Priests weep! My jewel cowering before a totemic warrior surrenders , yet still the wicked warriors run appallingly. Before Man he was priest-enchanted. It shrieks at a dragon of frustration, restlessly. But wait -- the grass reaching above a sinuous dust far beyond the desert dying beside a authoritarian razor tumbles, as appallingly as the storm. Stand vainly, mourn! You slumber towering above the dust behind the alienation. In ancient times she was comforting , yet still at last he is unfulfilled! When all's done, abandoned elves swarm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.