The unforgiven priest of woe ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Howl, plot towering above the city searching for a exquisite poison! Long, long ago I was black. In this world of ours they are helpless. Their sea is as cruel as those flaming werebeasts! Have the wet werebeasts rode the wet feet? You endure unseeingly. The grim skull speaks , yet their feet roam lovingly... You drift, ecstatically. The systolic faeries drift, as smilingly as the werebeast. The exquisite shaman loves me. Why do I plot cowering before their sea? My priest dances with a dust, smilingly... Did I so soon consume the warrior? Has their sea discovered the exquisite feet? Have my elves resembled their wise werebeasts? Suddenly, it all changes; those children howl once.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.