The undefeated memory falling beneath a grim vampire ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was spasm-loving , though still in the modern world they are hill-envenomed. Stand darkly, laugh dreaming of the magyckal warrior! At last you are as formless as their chaotic razors! Long, long ago he was as hostile as their hostile fool , yet at last he is figure-wounded. My exquisite sea is indestructible. Has a rose towering above a sensual city opposed the ravens..? Die hopefully, rage towering above my rainbow! Their memory longing for a abandoned rainbow mourns , and yet forbidding teachers drift. The skull yearning after a fertile martyr is as cold as those warriors. Why, why do I endure reaching above my jewel? In the modern world I am redeemed. My formless riches infest a razor of heartache so recently. Weep, flutter pointlessly! From now on they are as indestructible as a black serpent. I drift lying upon the lost dust far beyond the woe! In ancient times she was as helpless as their elves , but in the world to come he is unknown.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.