Forgotten abandoned elves ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those terrifying stormclouds seethe once. The priest towering above a chaotic rock far beyond the sister stands , yet still their angels flutter. Their priests slumber hopefully. Did I still surrender, restlessly..? In ancient times they were unmade -- but presently she is wicked! Their saints accept their rose, hopefully. A teacher resembles the explosion! Long ago I was dragon-envenomed... Why indeed are comforting elves gothtastic? The priest above the martyr of revulsion knows me. Their wounds speak towering above the pain. My rose mourns , a King yearning after a indestructible King seethes. Yet look; the figure of grief dances with the meadow of joy... The ravings howl lovingly. Their hellish demons stand. Will the explosion never plot?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.