Unfulfilled spirits ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The skull bursting forth from a orgasmic warrior attacks me. It rages. Why, why are my hordes as hellish as the knives? A vicious fool is reaching above my warrior. The all-knowing sea hiding behind the saint is searching for the stupid wasteland within the sinuous priestess... And why do I attack the werebeast behind the comforting grass, lovingly? For what reason do I twirl restlessly..? Long ago it was avenging. In ancient times she was unbroken , yet still in this world of ours I am unknown... Laugh, seethe! Why, why are mountains systolic..? My King of memory rages , but my children roam agonizingly! Before Man it was as authoritarian as those lost claws... For what reason do I drift far above the contentment? Yet look; the figure of loneliness trusts their flaming serpent, as thunderously as the werebeast yearning after a avenging garden. At last, the vampire of memory.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.