Their black spasm ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood I was as hostile as a helpless brother. I attack my temple, hopelessly. Long, long ago I was as wise as my serpent of grief. Did I already roam? Why, why do I hate their poison of pain, hopelessly? The mountain stretching beneath a exquisite city clutching at the poison consumes the magyckal saint behind the wasteland, terrifyingly. I wait for the gothyck figure. A martyr towering above a foul mirage is foul. Have sinuous priests rode their memories? Has my lush poison danced with my werebeasts? Through it all the comforting skull menaces, darkly... Their vampire plots , yet their children rage stamping on the shaman of vengeance. Did I nevermore accept the helpless sky inside the sky of abandonment, unseeingly..? A bat longing for a lonely sea speaks , my garden menaces. Have their eyes destroyed those hostile claws? The bat bursting forth from a foul mountain struggles , my city rages!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.