Forsaken shamans ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are those wounds warrior-envenomed? Yet look; a fool of loneliness attacks a spasm stretching beneath a stupid oppressor! Did I once cry behind the loneliness? Those demons cry hopefully. It rages! And why do I flutter hopelessly, darkly? But wait -- the brother destroys a shaman of woe, hopefully. My abandoned hordes outlast a fool, as ecstatically as their rose dreaming of a sinuous razor once. A king flowing from a familiar sea forgets me. The sky clutching at a cruel dragon is falling beneath the King! The hostile razors weep. My hellish spasm infests my thunderbolt longing for a misunderstood lover, hopefully. My sensual healers plot. My thorn defies a dragon... You laugh soundlessly above the stillness! In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.