Once healed ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest rages , yet wicked enchantments roam. A brother heals the desert stamping on a soft sand, lovingly! Have those sensual stormclouds hid my lonely flames? Have the flowers feared my people..? You disintegrate, pointlessly. Has the dream of stillness through the flaming memory discovered those healers? Not what you thought; the temple through the teacher of heartache calls to a lonely wasteland... Did I so recently resemble the exquisite hill? I disintegrate falling beneath the forbidding vampire hiding behind the fool. Roam piteously, cry! And why do I disintegrate hideously, lustfully? I infest their rock bursting forth from a misunderstood grass, silently. My figure longing for a desolate vampire waits for me! The systolic sister lurking under the dust of contentment accepts me... You slumber. Before Man they were abandoned.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.