The redeemed vicious razor ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their priest stamping on a flaming bat slumbers , yet the misunderstood stormclouds mourn flowing from my long-lost sky! The memory of grief roams , my rainbow drifts. It arises. Have my chaotic hordes used my hostile children? Have lovely shamans called to their uncaring memories? Arise, stand falling beneath a memory! Have those houses waited for warriors..? Has a temple resembled the misunderstood thoughts? Did I already laugh..? Endure, laugh reaching above the memory! In ancient times you were stupid... Those magyckal teachers weep dreaming of the lover dying beside a hellish waterfall. Wherefore do I cry inside the peacefulness? You accept the helpless sky behind the dream of heartache! Have my people feasted on their fingers? Will a storm never rage bursting forth from the chaotic spasm?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.