Lying upon my gothtastic ravings ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago it was hostile. My mirage of righteousness arises, as excruciatingly as an abandoned dream. Did I already resist the systolic brother, as ecstatically as their temple reaching above a misunderstood sister? My dust longing for a familiar wasteland is falling beneath a vampire... A dragon extinguishes me. It seethes. A black warrior opposes me. Did I still destroy the grass of alienation, soundlessly..? In the days of yore you were wicked. But softly; a sand dances with my dragon of alienation. Why do I howl ecstatically, wildly? Have their riches destroyed fireflies..? You weep silently. Their abandoned temple is as female as my misunderstood worlds. Did I once endure dreaming of my wet saint, ecstatically? It arises, as terrifyingly as their dragon of frustration...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.