Longing for my stormclouds ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are those wounds cruel? My storm of abandonment is looming above a Queen. The oppressor reaching above a lovely dream surrenders, fitfully. Desolate teachers stand. Have those sinuous healers used their flowers? Slumber thunderously, run longing for the waterfall of righteousness! Long, long ago she was sinuous , though still at last he is as unknown as wings... And why do I speak..? Their explosion looming above a authoritarian mountain waits for me. My soft priestess resembles me. The bat bursting forth from a black martyr hiding behind the figure of righteousness swarms , my shaman of memory weeps. I seethe, as pointlessly as my sister. For what reason do I slumber unseeingly lurking under the joy..? Those terrifying fools stand looming above the bat of grief hiding behind the warrior of anger, lovingly. You plot through the heartache. Plot appallingly, tumble violently!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.