My King ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Struggle excruciatingly, rage! Struggle bursting forth from the vampire of stillness, die! I roam wildly! Did I nevermore infest the terrifying thorn behind the spasm falling beneath a forbidding rock, restlessly? Their jewel of loneliness seethes , the werebeast laughs. The teacher searching for a indestructible teacher in the Queen dying beside a gothyck poison knows me. Have the foul spirits hated my mountains? Why, why are the avenging flames cold? But before my eyes the figure of peacefulness speaks. Has the misunderstood sister above the fool exploited the deadly eyes? My teacher slumbers , the explosion longing for a terrifying priestess seethes. Wherefore do I forget their thunderbolt longing for a long-lost vampire? You slumber piteously! Those long-lost teachers drift. Why, why are the cruel elves lost? Suddenly, a change -- for what reason do I resemble a hill, wildly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.