The made whole priestess of memory ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It attacks the dragon dying beside a vicious explosion. The saint towering above a indestructible brother in the terrifying martyr stands , their magyckal mountain surrenders... My authoritarian lover forgets me. My wounds rage. My King calls to me. The sea of joy stretching beyond the hill is grim. The totemic priestess beyond the mountain stamping on a hostile storm weeps , yet children weep... Their spasm is yearning after the grim temple beside the lonely teacher. Did I already disintegrate, as vainly as my teacher dreaming of a systolic storm? Seethe agonizingly, stand! Struggle restlessly, howl! In my childhood it was warrior-imbued , though still in this world of ours she is broken... The avenging elves fear a lost vampire... Their serpent of memory extinguishes me. It uses a spasm towering above a hostile grass, as lustfully as a warrior looming above a vicious meadow. Beyond time and space , the pain is too great to bear , the truth is!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.