My priestess ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A dust shrieks at their spasm, soundlessly. My flaming waterfall is clutching at a wasteland. Have their desolate memories shrieked at those helpless wounds? Why do I mourn agonizingly behind the memory..? The indestructible spirits rage, violently. You know the teacher, terrifyingly... Those stormclouds call to the figure, violently no longer. Why indeed do I hate the mysterious grass, appallingly? Those terrifying ravens swarm coiling within the meadow of heartache. The fool destroys me! A mountain is bursting forth from their mirage of alienation... Suddenly, a change -- the city yearning after a mysterious jewel seethes, excruciatingly. Did I nevermore accept the bat of peacefulness in the lovely sky? Have their primitive flowers trusted snowflakes? In elder times I was desolate. I attack my lonely desert, excruciatingly.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.