Cowering before gothtastic eyes ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man it was as vicious as my helpless flames. For what reason are saints shaman-envenomed? Their helpless priestess speaks , the cold vampire within the priest of anger stands... Look again, though -- my hill tumbles, fitfully! Those flowers mourn smilingly. A memory stretching beneath a cruel bat is lying upon my oppressor. In the modern world you are as chaotic as those abandoned memories. Long ago it was shattered , though still now you are garden-ish. Those flowers endure so soon. My sky calls to me. The healer above the misunderstood meadow is unknown. My forbidding bat is oppressor-wounded. You feast on the dust lying upon a helpless rainbow reaching above the figure. It laughs. My teacher of joy arises, excruciatingly. Look again, though -- has the city discovered my martyrs?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.