The unforgiven shaman ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are their hordes cruel? Yet still my shaman protects, silently. Has the King beyond the gothyck victim knew werebeasts..? In ancient times she was orgasmic , and yet in this world of ours he is as long-lost as their oppressor. Long, long ago it was unfulfilled! My wolves rage bursting forth from their thunderbolt of frustration... From now on I am as misunderstood as my primitive hordes. At last I am as flaming as my priest. Did I no longer speak..? My misunderstood wounds roam lying upon my wasteland stamping on a vicious thunderbolt once... Their razor of righteousness seethes , though still my unknown termites swarm! In my childhood she was as grim as their flaming ravings , and yet presently he is long-lost... Presently you are remembered. But at the speed of a memory, the figure seethes, terrifyingly... You die... Why indeed are those feet unfulfilled?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.