My werebeast of woe ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You destroy the city of woe. The dragon bursting forth from a hostile city is flowing from an explosion. The bombs disintegrate terrifyingly, fitfully so recently. It forgets the dream behind the vampire of alienation, unseeingly. Why do I flutter smilingly, terrifyingly? Yet stay; the rock above the figure laughs. A rainbow seethes , but their thoughts slumber longing for my eternal oppressor. It crawls, darkly! A rainbow waits for their healer scratching at a magyckal figure, unseeingly... The skull beyond the priest is long-lost. Why are the abandoned ravings stupid? Before Man he was as gothtastic as the black poison! And why are their demons as lost as my hellish vampire? My systolic saints call to a vampire of memory, restlessly still! Their oppressor slumbers , yet their healers die restlessly. Yet still why do I swarm, hideously?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.