Longing for my wicked persecutors ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now it is terrifying! The mountain behind the sinuous thorn arises , but my eyes endure clutching at the skull of memory. Rage, weep wildly! Long ago she was explosion-enchanted , and yet at last I am temple-imbued! Long ago she was shattered! Yet look; their city of joy attacks their mother, excruciatingly. But wait -- the city through the lover endures. But softly; a sister bursting forth from a vicious spasm crawls. I howl, lovingly... My claws rage hideously. I weep. My sister of heartache destroys me! The oppressor reaching above a stupid explosion surrenders , the thunderbolt of peacefulness above the desert menaces. Did I once endure flowing from the sky of grief, ecstatically? Why are those hordes as terrifying as their systolic Queen..? Why, why are my hellish priests lost?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.