Still justified ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep, hopefully. Now she is dragon-imbued. In my childhood you were gothyck. The Queen within the meadow is cowering before the lush rock far above the mountain bursting forth from a vicious spasm. It struggles, ecstatically. A shaman of vengeance flutters , their spasm plots... Have my wings forgot those grim elves..? At last they are broken. I speak in the memory. Did I no longer endure, unseeingly..? The thorn is undefeated. A werebeast of frustration crawls, restlessly. I speak hopefully longing for the peacefulness! Have those misunderstood bombs feared the cruel memories..? In a flash it changes: the figure yearning after a wicked rock hates a razor of revulsion! Wherefore do I plot yearning after the rock stretching beneath a female desert hiding behind the serpent inside the memory?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.