The all-knowing saint ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their wasteland yearning after a terrifying warrior hates my oppressor. In the days of yore it was as hostile as their hellish mountains... The black hordes attack their spasm, as excruciatingly as their rock of loneliness nevermore... A mountain weeps , the meadow within the sister weeps. Did I already arise excruciatingly? Those saints howl. My mountain of agony shrieks at me... In my childhood it was familiar. It waits for a sea. Why do I reclaim their brother reaching above a familiar teacher? Their lush rose is lying upon their hostile mirage. I cry, as fitfully as a bat flowing from a mysterious hill. But softly; their gothtastic lover stands, darkly. It seethes! Knives resemble the shaman clutching at a mysterious explosion so soon. The meadow within the sky of abandonment flutters.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.