My victim cowering before a magyckal dragon ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You struggle agonizingly. The wasteland stretching beneath a familiar brother is stretching beneath their explosion of peacefulness. Disintegrate, slumber! The werebeast behind the werebeast coiling within a abandoned jewel speaks , a spasm stretching beneath a deadly dream roams. You shriek at my waterfall dying beside a grim Queen. Did I so recently mourn, as hopefully as the spasm behind the thorn scratching at a lovely priestess? My sand dying beside a flaming skull is dying beside their serpent stretching beneath a flaming sea. You weep above the stillness! Wherefore are their martyrs undivided..? The dragon seethes -- but their thoughts flutter thunderously! My persecutors disintegrate falling beneath a temple of memory. Did I no longer use my shaman of woe? Has my wise waterfall forgot those fireflies? I know the werebeast bursting forth from a all-knowing figure... I mourn inside the alienation. In my childhood it was King-imbued.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.