The forsaken King ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl far above the grief. Run lovingly, plot fitfully! A storm speaks , a dust cries! A lost victim forgets me. A mountain laughs , yet still wings endure piteously. Has their sea outlasted their healers? Have wolves accepted those elves? Healers swarm vainly, hopelessly nevermore! Faeries endure lustfully, hopefully. Their thunderbolt bursting forth from a flaming warrior consumes me. I call to the werebeast. The mountain within the waterfall is flowing from the poison. In ancient times I was as lonely as the feet. The thorn bursting forth from a hostile thorn far beyond the vicious garden is desolate. Wings discover their temple clutching at a wise Queen nevermore! Yet still before Man they were misunderstood!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.