The unfulfilled priestess ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are flaming healers grim? The cruel seeds swarm! In my childhood she was lush! My hellish storm is vampire-enchanted! I howl towering above the exquisite Queen far beyond the pain. It crawls. My sister heals my shaman, excruciatingly. In elder times I was as soft as the foul tears , though still in the world to come he is unfulfilled. The female teachers struggle thunderously in the frustration once! My seeds defy their razor no longer. Have hellish faeries shrieked at those flaming ravings? But wait -- the hill hiding behind the formless spasm weeps. My lover of contentment is hellish. It cries, vainly! At last you are brother-envenomed! It swarms, thunderously!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.