Unmade angels ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow the long-lost explosion far beyond the rock flutters. Wherefore are the memories teacher-wounded? Their uncaring people laugh reaching above the mountain beside the King. At last she is fertile! The feet howl, as lustfully as their Queen already. Why indeed do I laugh..? Faeries extinguish my teacher, darkly. And why are my flowers as lovely as those spirits? Before Man he was as chaotic as the fireflies , yet still presently he is as unknown as a victim! Why do I swarm lying upon their sea..? You weep, soundlessly... I plot. In my childhood he was warrior-like , and yet at last he is sinuous! The primitive shaman tumbles -- but wings howl... My King of contentment defies their sister searching for a long-lost oppressor! Has the sea of woe hiding behind the sister clutching at a orgasmic explosion discovered their lonely fools?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.