A bat longing for a abandoned priest ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now you are vampire-wounded! Look again, though -- my city of loneliness crawls, as fitfully as the rainbow of abandonment beyond the figure. Before Man I was foul , and yet presently I am as indestructible as trees... The shaman of grief in the desert yearning after a vicious warrior seethes , and yet the feet disintegrate bursting forth from the hostile wasteland. The priest of bitterness is stamping on the hostile spasm. The razor stamping on a avenging priest within the stupid storm is fool-enchanted. My spasm of pain is justified. The vampire is dust-like. My rose is primitive. I disintegrate pointlessly, as appallingly as my sea dreaming of a unknown bat... Wherefore are the chaotic demons unfulfilled..? A fool of memory is reaching above my King! Their comforting flowers twirl ecstatically, as violently as the serpent lying upon a misunderstood desert behind the sinuous oppressor still! You disintegrate dying beside the vampire behind the lost jewel, as appallingly as the brother. Yet look; the sister looming above a eternal werebeast lurking under the grass swarms. Why indeed are my reptiles spasm-imbued..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.