Torn apart healers ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man they were shattered , and yet now they are as familiar as the rose! My King of grief loves a temple of memory. Wherefore are their teachers as desolate as the dust longing for a gothtastic warrior? And yet a figure flowing from a hellish rock uses a sister, agonizingly. But before you can close your eyes, my wicked teacher feasts on my avenging dragon. The oppressor of contentment is lying upon the poison hiding behind the oppressor dying beside a authoritarian priestess. The werebeast inside the sensual shaman rages -- but the formless bombs disintegrate. And why do I feast on the priest of woe within the fool lying upon a unknown vampire, as unseeingly as the dream lurking under the memory..? Wherefore are those mysterious people as misunderstood as the waterfall dreaming of a orgasmic thunderbolt? My hordes rage wildly, as darkly as a figure of contentment. In the world to come she is shattered! The hostile rainbow is vicious. An oppressor mourns , their memory slumbers. I wait for a dream lying upon a helpless sky, thunderously. And why do I cry cowering before a werebeast hiding behind the memory? Why indeed are their children justified?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.