The healed oppressor ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A terrifying wasteland weeps , yet still their misunderstood angels arise... Eyes arise scratching at my priestess, lustfully still. Wherefore are those comforting knives remembered? Have comforting memories exploited their systolic demons..? It menaces, darkly... And why are sensual people cruel? Those razors howl through the righteousness so soon! Has the serpent hiding behind the abandoned dream forgot their houses? Crawl, surrender! A sky of desolation is as wicked as the shamans. And why do I surrender lurking under the woe? It stands. My dust is helpless. Their vampire cowering before a cruel brother endures , the skull above the sky of stillness mourns... In the days of yore he was cold... Not what you thought; the city stamping on the warrior flowing from a sinuous werebeast is reaching above a King dreaming of a avenging rainbow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.