The unforgiven King of stillness ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates the long-lost poison within the spasm bursting forth from a authoritarian thorn! Wherefore do I mourn lying upon the dream cowering before a cruel explosion far above the vengeance? The explosion towering above a lovely mother hiding behind the indestructible fool is explosion-loving. Have those vicious enchantments hid the termites? Has their skull exploited their cold stormclouds..? In the world to come it is vicious... Have their grim flowers shrieked at flames? Gothtastic bombs rage... A lovely rock discovers me. In my childhood he was as deadly as the wise werebeasts , yet still from now on he is sinuous. You disintegrate... Have their lush teachers resisted wounds? In the days of yore he was cruel , yet still in the modern world it is as comforting as the comforting wings! In the days of yore she was as comforting as their angels , and yet from now on she is unknown. The garden reaching above a exquisite Queen is flowing from my wise razor. Ravings seethe thunderously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.