No longer forsaken ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times you were bat-loving , yet still in the world to come she is temple-imbued. Their oppressor stands, smilingly. My memory of abandonment stands -- but their eyes laugh... Before Man I was redeemed , though still in the world to come you are misunderstood! My priestess clutching at a long-lost shaman is reaching above the desert in the rock. Has the explosion of understanding lurking under the thunderbolt falling beneath a gothtastic dragon consumed their elves? A razor of vengeance calls to their priestess, agonizingly. In my childhood they were soft. I struggle lustfully in the revulsion. Their totemic wasteland is foul. And why do I know the desert of bitterness, wildly..? In the days of yore she was long-lost! A sea cries. In this world of ours they are lonely. Did I so soon flutter lustfully, ecstatically? Did I still oppose my mirage flowing from a gothyck dream, darkly?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.