3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,578

(Enter the inner courtyard of Duke Talons
geothermal castle the prodigal jester wearing
pied hose and jerkin slate and pitch black
the palmer's staff in his grip topped by a rat's
skull on a mouse's skull.)

Jester chants

I stood seen best one who won her over
Yet battle cry and booty couldnt be denied
I left alone a loyal and lonely bride
Crying on chalky wave washed cliffs of Fover
Shiny suit of armour emblem plover
On trousers tanned and watertight ox hide
I feigned my sword and shield cold Kull allied
Down we crouched in wheatfields not yet stover
Pinched coast of Qalestine proved dire undoing
As Blue Knight wed so barren widow well
Me and my horse attacked incensed pursuing
His axe pierced breastplate it pealed like a bell
He let me live when Id just quickly die
In Kulls rough realm I acted Talons spy
Chorus cease die perish