3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1492

Yes darling damsel come I now to court
I swore Id sack your fathers city state
The menacing armada plugs the port
A wizard cuts the cards and forks out fate
Your rumoured marriage plans you must abort
Youve scaled up from a locket likeness great
I cant assault your family in sport
Youre far too beautiful I give up hate
Yet tortuous tickles pleasure over much
Ill lay upon you should you not concede
Youll weep and laugh and more or less youll plead
The torture tool a feather soft as such
On sounds of horns the walls of fortress fall
As same old phrases nice or not appal
Chorus fall drop plummet