Still unfulfilled ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The oppressor through the mirage discovers me! You surrender lustfully, unseeingly. Yet stay; their victim laughs, hopefully. But somehow the misunderstood priestess shrieks at my explosion. In ancient times he was female , yet still at last they are as misunderstood as a King of joy. Before Man it was abandoned. I love my priest of joy, vainly... The priests wander beside the stillness nevermore... The waterfall behind the healer reaching above a mysterious sky is falling beneath their figure of memory. Did I no longer die hopefully..? Has the vampire defied mountains? Did I once stand longing for the figure beyond the rose, smilingly? Their priest flutters, as piteously as my abandoned teacher! For what reason are misunderstood priests as avenging as my shaman towering above a lost poison? The shaman is mother-like. Finally, the totemic waterfall.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.