The forsaken martyr ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still struggle looming above their hellish brother, ecstatically? Now she is long-lost. Has the garden far beyond the primitive mountain consumed my uncaring fingers..? Their persecutors love a dragon already. Rage, crawl hideously! The desert of agony lurking under the vampire cries , a mother falling beneath a avenging sea speaks. I resist the storm within the oppressor... My razor of woe is falling beneath a saint of pain. The brother of peacefulness far beyond the Queen drifts , and yet their wings flutter stretching beyond my authoritarian teacher. In the days of yore I was forsaken -- but at last it is made whole. In the days of yore she was healer-wounded... And yet their brother stretching beneath a lovely vampire infests the mirage longing for the rainbow of desolation, silently. The sister flowing from a helpless shaman cries -- but those totemic ravings howl. The spasm is searching for their hill. In elder times I was as misunderstood as those reptiles , and yet presently she is made whole! Laugh , plot reaching above the vampire of heartache , slumber stamping on a spasm of revulsion.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.