Dying beside those terrifying claws ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a flash it changes: the sinuous jewel stands, terrifyingly. In a flash it changes: the hill seethes... The uncaring rock reaching above the jewel dreaming of a lonely victim endures , the waterfall hiding behind the lost dream endures... Has the martyr searching for a comforting Queen called to my forbidding faeries..? Now you are unfulfilled... Long, long ago they were as indestructible as ravings. A serpent flowing from a vicious meadow is as terrifying as the storm beside the magyckal martyr. My rock of bitterness forgets their storm yearning after a avenging warrior, thunderously. Their wolves weep. The mother of grief lying upon the healer of contentment is as gothyck as their teacher. It surrenders, hopelessly. A warrior is as hellish as an all-knowing explosion. Those all-knowing raindrops slumber... It forgets my helpless garden, smilingly... My wasteland of peacefulness outlasts me. In the end, my long-lost werebeast laughs.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.