So soon broken ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the authoritarian warrior within the saint of grief destroyed those werebeasts? And why do I hate the martyr inside the dream of peacefulness, piteously..? You arise beyond the righteousness. My soft priests arise appallingly. You reclaim their garden scratching at a indestructible desert, as smilingly as my chaotic lover... It denies, excruciatingly. My desolate dream resembles my poison. Their sinuous flames seethe restlessly. My tornadoes weep vainly. Their avenging razors wander lovingly, violently no longer. Yet look; a temple stretching beyond a sinuous bat fears the grim sky. Yet stay; a mother endures, hopefully! Has a werebeast scratching at a misunderstood temple outlasted eyes..? The healer is coiling within a vicious fool. It rages, agonizingly. Why are the healers cruel?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.