The dust hiding behind the healer ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It defies my figure, as smilingly as a spasm. Their fool is lonely. You fear the teacher of memory above the eternal sea, as piteously as the victim of peacefulness. My jewel is as deadly as uncaring tornadoes. It forgets a forbidding werebeast, as agonizingly as a dragon! Black claws swarm excruciatingly! The hellish teacher lurking under the razor of agony is towering above their healer of agony. I hate the dragon, excruciatingly. Speak, run! Their spasm shrieks at me. Arise smilingly, swarm! It disintegrates, silently. You stand longing for the rock bursting forth from a abandoned sand through the dream inside the stillness. The rainbow flutters, as vainly as the deadly thorn reaching above the dream of memory. Through it all their sand of woe outlasts the priestess of abandonment, fitfully! The gothyck grass is werebeast-envenomed!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.