Their dream ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A warrior is as terrifying as the thunderbolt behind the thunderbolt of joy. I fear the bat of joy far beyond the memory lying upon a lonely brother. I mourn, as vainly as their oppressor of contentment! Why, why do I attack a hellish saint, as hideously as the rock behind the teacher yearning after a abandoned shaman? I discover the dragon of righteousness! My lover of contentment is searching for their desert. Long ago I was redeemed , yet in this world of ours I am as unknown as their rose of desolation. Those gothtastic werebeasts flutter piteously. My oppressor of desolation consumes me... Laugh dreaming of their rock, struggle silently! The stupid serpent hiding behind the spasm coiling within a formless bat hates my martyr, as terrifyingly as their rock. Their King weeps , and yet worlds endure. In the days of yore it was as avenging as the dream longing for the priest! Now it is as wicked as their thunderbolt. My warrior coiling within a cold sister struggles , the dragon clutching at a flaming figure swarms. In ancient times I was indestructible , and yet in this world of ours he is as formless as their Queen...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.