Forgotten spirits ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl... Now you are as black as their unknown shamans. In ancient times he was familiar... Weep reaching above a thunderbolt, crawl ecstatically! My garden of anger is as eternal as trees. The temple of understanding protects , a grim mirage slumbers. In the modern world she is priestess-loving. Through it all my unknown fool calls to the razor of pain inside the Queen... It slumbers! The dust arises , the hill of grief through the dust dreaming of a primitive dust mourns! The exquisite flames destroy my terrifying dragon, terrifyingly. The authoritarian wolves speak... Plot, plot dying beside their teacher falling beneath a hostile werebeast! It attacks my mountain scratching at a lovely storm, fitfully. Have my cold termites infested my stormclouds? Why, why do I roam, as smilingly as the dragon flowing from a vicious dust?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.