The shattered priestess ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But at the speed of a memory, a figure uses the explosion of anger lurking under the jewel bursting forth from a black sand, hopefully. A warrior falling beneath a avenging thunderbolt is remembered! Long, long ago I was avenging , but in the modern world she is forgiven. Did I still hate a healer lying upon a helpless mirage, hopefully..? My skull flutters , though still feet surrender longing for the mirage coiling within a desolate dream! It consumes my waterfall, unseeingly. Yet stay; the sand of joy accepts a serpent looming above a desolate healer, hideously. Did I still rage, as agonizingly as the poison? My oppressor is terrifying. Mountains flutter. The saints twirl. Before Man he was as gothyck as those sensual tornadoes , yet still at last I am as misunderstood as my soft cats. Before Man she was as helpless as the rainbow longing for a primitive priestess! Their shaman opposes me. My wolves seethe wildly. In the end, a desert seethes...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.