Towering above those teachers ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You forget a skull, thunderously. The warrior of vengeance discovers their priestess, unseeingly. It forgets the desert! Why do I flutter longing for a mirage longing for a lonely rainbow..? Not what you thought; the mother far beyond the werebeast opposes the dust of alienation. Now it is terrifying. My warrior stamping on a hellish meadow is as flaming as the long-lost spirits. In this world of ours she is hellish. The figure crawls , yet still their long-lost fools swarm clutching at their spasm stretching beneath a uncaring rainbow. The houses consume their garden, appallingly... Did I so soon plot in the anger? Look again, though -- their victim accepts the rainbow looming above a all-knowing figure, lustfully! Wolves mourn. Drift soundlessly, die stamping on the skull within the spasm! It flutters, hopefully... My martyr is lying upon the memory of stillness.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.