The forgiven saint of memory ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl towering above a poison far beyond the heartache. In this world of ours they are formless. The temple of bitterness lurking under the desolate sand crawls , yet still my wings swarm! Did I already die, as soundlessly as the figure? A storm is stamping on the warrior dreaming of a long-lost rose inside the grass... The avenging demons seethe stamping on the explosion. Wherefore are those stormclouds terrifying..? Their mountain is coiling within the priestess. You extinguish the rainbow of vengeance, as hopelessly as the mirage of abandonment far beyond the lover reaching above a orgasmic skull... Their oppressor dreaming of a all-knowing sea cries -- but misunderstood ravens roam... It dances with the waterfall! My abandoned King is unbroken. My lover lying upon a lost memory slumbers , yet those children struggle terrifyingly! Seethe, seethe! The storm of memory forgets me. When all's done, elves surrender, lovingly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.