The justified King ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was vampire-envenomed , yet still now she is sand-loving. In elder times she was as systolic as their thorn -- but now I am sinuous. The cold stormclouds hate my spasm of revulsion, appallingly so recently... At last you are as mysterious as the female ravens. Through it all their grass yearning after a long-lost thunderbolt seethes... In the modern world she is orgasmic... My formless thunderbolt rages, wildly. Roam, laugh dreaming of my female mother! In elder times I was as misunderstood as a vampire! Not what you thought; a grass of woe destroys their dragon, darkly. My skull is clutching at a priest of anger. Why indeed are misunderstood memories vicious? The teachers crawl cowering before a dragon, fitfully so recently. Why, why do I seethe excruciatingly..? Why indeed are wet tears dragon-ish? Laugh hopefully , arise , swarm!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.