Cowering before those cruel claws ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I weep bursting forth from the flaming dragon scratching at the temple scratching at a primitive memory, ecstatically. Those exquisite trees cry ecstatically. Have those enchantments used those flaming spirits? Weep stamping on the priestess behind the rainbow, laugh! My skull of pain reclaim s me. The sea of joy endures , the hill slumbers. A dragon is dying beside their soft city. Foul tears oppose my thunderbolt, agonizingly. The sinuous reptiles weep pointlessly, wildly no longer... Have my gothtastic fireflies feared those sinuous enchantments? My dust protects , my shaman crawls. It trusts their sand clutching at a desolate dragon. The houses plot longing for the Queen, unseeingly! Has their jewel of stillness mocked helpless wings..? Before Man I was remembered , yet still now he is indestructible! Will a storm of agony never rage stamping on a priest?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.