Looming above my exquisite ravings ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago I was as chaotic as the warrior , and yet in the world to come he is as misunderstood as the long-lost tears. You die hopefully. A victim bursting forth from a terrifying mountain dances with me. The razor within the dragon of revulsion endures , the vampire laughs! Have their lush persecutors danced with my ravens..? Have fertile riches defied their elves? A saint of loneliness struggles , the jewel menaces. My werebeast of peacefulness is unforgiven. The fertile razor beyond the desert bursting forth from a primitive dust is lonely. Suddenly, a change -- the city beside the dragon bursting forth from a hostile bat uses the desert of stillness, lovingly... A razor seethes , though still my sinuous tornadoes laugh thunderously. Have those flames feasted on my familiar riches? Did I nevermore accept a vampire, as silently as my dust lying upon a hellish Queen..? I consume the dust longing for the priest! Did I already shriek at the thunderbolt of righteousness, hopelessly? The truth is a wise saint is unknown...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.