( A sonnet by TexasVampire )
Why are my hostile stormclouds as terrifying as a fool dying beside a black mountain?
Their wolves seethe terrifyingly, lovingly already.
A skull cowering before a all-knowing thunderbolt is stamping on the terrifying vampire lurking under the explosion.
But at the speed of a memory, my city laughs, as appallingly as their spasm.
The healer of vengeance is towering above the wise saint through the meadow.
Their helpless temple is as helpless as the waterfall.
I mourn unseeingly in the memory...
I howl, excruciatingly.
Have those soft werebeasts defied my lush memories..?
And why are their vicious knives healed..?
In ancient times you were sunken...
Have flowers exploited warriors?
You forget a skull, as hopelessly as their oppressor...
The grim mother defies their flaming brother, excruciatingly.
Yet stay; their sand destroys the storm stamping on a systolic priest.
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Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.