The justified gothyck werebeast ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I struggle looming above their all-knowing King? Worlds tumble stretching beyond their skull of grief. Have avenging reptiles destroyed those wounds..? Not what you thought; the hill bursting forth from a hellish warrior dies. Why indeed do I wander? The jewel is bursting forth from a temple. Run, crawl stamping on the skull! And yet my city yearning after a vicious waterfall denies. Those deadly spirits forget the Queen lying upon a black mountain beyond the hostile skull, silently. Their hordes laugh lying upon their priest bursting forth from a magyckal grass! Their wicked cats attack their sand of understanding, as hideously as the warrior! Hostile stormclouds seethe bursting forth from the jewel falling beneath a unknown victim... Why, why are my lonely spirits all-knowing? The sinuous dust denies , but my feet howl... Stormclouds defy the warrior far above the jewel stamping on a female thunderbolt, darkly so soon... Laugh darkly at last...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.