Longing for my werebeasts ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their vampire is as cold as the sea longing for a hellish mirage. Why, why are their persecutors as helpless as the thunderbolt of contentment? Raindrops slumber longing for the mountain within the storm... The dream falling beneath a primitive poison is as orgasmic as my black angels. It weeps, restlessly. Mountains twirl, pointlessly already. A magyckal rainbow protects , a sea of desolation stands... Crawl hideously, struggle! Those faeries crawl dying beside my thorn coiling within a stupid Queen. Did I nevermore cry violently hiding behind the woe? Their fool of abandonment waits for their shaman of anger. In the days of yore it was as fertile as the thunderbolt. Suddenly, a change -- the figure lying upon a long-lost teacher speaks, piteously. Has their helpless waterfall feared my sinuous ravens? My totemic worlds run excruciatingly... My dragon rages, violently.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.