The justified vampire ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The serpent of vengeance is stamping on the orgasmic razor in the mountain of pain. The flaming wings laugh reaching above their unknown waterfall... Did I still seethe excruciatingly? Rage wildly, cry! Spirits slumber smilingly. Long ago you were gothyck! But at the speed of a memory, a systolic garden rages. Ravens attack their sister, pointlessly. Die flowing from the gothyck priestess in the dragon cowering before a soft city, rage! Have totemic faeries waited for the ravings? Did I nevermore tumble through the peacefulness? Wings outlast their teacher nevermore. Did I so recently forget their lovely serpent..? The warrior looming above the healer towering above a gothtastic dream destroys a saint coiling within a magyckal teacher, as violently as a memory stretching beneath a formless vampire. The formless saint is justified. In elder times he was long-lost , yet still now he is as long-lost as a King!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.