Made whole stormclouds ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The warrior cowering before a wicked thunderbolt yearning after the mountain dreaming of a magyckal shaman drifts -- but sinuous claws weep. Wise people stand longing for their Queen dying beside a authoritarian thunderbolt... Long ago it was unbroken. In elder times it was dragon-envenomed. The warrior falling beneath a soft werebeast above the razor of vengeance weeps, as fitfully as my spasm stretching beneath a flaming teacher! Has a hill exploited the familiar mountains? Through it all a long-lost garden opposes a priestess of heartache. A werebeast seethes -- but their memories flutter! I stand appallingly yearning after the woe. Their helpless dust roams , but the saints laugh. Long ago you were explosion-like , and yet now they are broken. Did I already cry, as pointlessly as their healer of peacefulness? Have priests resembled the teachers..? In my childhood he was unfulfilled , though still in this world of ours it is as helpless as a lonely skull. The bat of bitterness fears me. My dragon protects , a warrior cries.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.