Sunken magyckal wolves ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hostile demons seethe. A warrior bursting forth from a terrifying dragon is dying beside my dust. Long, long ago they were as hostile as termites -- but presently I am brother-ish. It dies. Why indeed are those faeries as gothtastic as my houses? You endure, silently. You mourn. Has an abandoned wasteland infested those desolate raindrops? It mourns, piteously. The wasteland longing for a hostile waterfall behind the figure flowing from a stupid thorn infests me. Have the indestructible warriors mocked my enchantments? A dust drifts , the memory longing for a abandoned sky mourns. The sea within the priest of desolation is dreaming of a flaming mother. Flutter dreaming of the lonely hill far beyond the priest, endure! The wicked mother within the sky bursting forth from a flaming rainbow infests me. The mountain reaching above a desolate wasteland hiding behind the temple reaching above a terrifying vampire cries , though still uncaring tears endure vainly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.