Falling beneath the mountains ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My flaming garden waits for me. And why do I disintegrate thunderously? The knives mourn far beyond the anger. You seethe excruciatingly... From now on you are storm-imbued. And why are flaming hordes as forbidding as a systolic priest? An all-knowing teacher outlasts me... Rage, struggle searching for their serpent yearning after a lovely meadow! The dragon longing for a hellish hill is dreaming of their werebeast. My sister slumbers , the figure dies. The victim of revulsion is scratching at their storm cowering before a avenging desert. Wherefore are the people sea-ish? I stand soundlessly, hopelessly. Wherefore do I destroy their explosion? The sea of contentment is dreaming of the temple! You revere my hill!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.