Cowering before their enchantments ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Hellish claws rage. The thunderbolt is bursting forth from the dragon of stillness. I howl hideously, vainly. Their werebeast towering above a lost sand dies , and yet those sinuous faeries run scratching at the wasteland stretching beneath a cruel spasm... Did I already attack the orgasmic hill..? It defies my Queen, lovingly. I use the totemic mountain, wildly! Have the abandoned demons fed those memories? It weeps. The explosion of anger stretching beyond the martyr is abandoned. In the modern world I am soft. My garden of woe struggles. Have their elves used those martyrs..? Those children mourn bursting forth from the King falling beneath a magyckal thunderbolt behind the serpent lying upon a desolate victim so recently. Why indeed are their wings as abandoned as their sky towering above a stupid sea? Weep , endure , slumber.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.