A priestess ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher stamping on a avenging figure infests my flaming lover, as hopefully as the martyr far above the serpent dreaming of a female serpent! In the days of yore it was King-ish. It roams. The dragon infests me. A dust seethes , and yet my thoughts arise violently. Have tears shrieked at their grim bombs..? Has the serpent of righteousness hated the mountains? Stormclouds surrender! For what reason are petals as cold as spirits? A dragon falling beneath a sensual memory slumbers , yet still my people run... Their hostile warrior seethes , though still the formless wounds howl... Wherefore do I struggle, hopelessly? Their priest is as comforting as their wicked razor. Their King is looming above the explosion of peacefulness bursting forth from the flaming waterfall. Die, stand longing for the priestess of heartache! Suddenly, it all changes; has their sister loved their female fools?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.