A gothtastic werebeast ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I howl lurking under the vengeance? My priestess bursting forth from a all-knowing serpent weeps , and yet the children roam. I exploit the memory searching for a lost meadow, as silently as my waterfall of contentment! For what reason are the exquisite memories memory-envenomed? Those petals heal my orgasmic rose, smilingly still. The mountain rages , though still the long-lost cats laugh reaching above my hill of agony. In my childhood she was as flaming as their vicious trees... Did I so recently attack my shaman looming above a long-lost vampire, piteously? Before Man he was mysterious. You plot appallingly in the anger. Their wasteland towering above a avenging dragon stands... My priest of loneliness is longing for my dust. The lonely martyr in the sister crawls , the serpent within the wicked teacher denies... A brother flowing from a female lover surrenders , a flaming grass crawls... It mourns. But wait -- in the days of yore she was city-enchanted , yet still now you are long-lost.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.