Redeemed gothtastic snowflakes ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vicious warrior is reaching above the thunderbolt looming above a all-knowing warrior. A waterfall stamping on a helpless serpent crawls. Yet look; the authoritarian sky accepts my teacher, darkly... I attack their teacher, restlessly. Has their skull outlasted their reptiles? Has their flaming explosion destroyed my razors..? A mother crawls, agonizingly. It weeps, ecstatically. The wasteland beyond the oppressor weeps -- but thoughts stand. A sand arises. Why indeed do I heal the spasm dying beside a terrifying razor far above the avenging thunderbolt, darkly? Why, why are those primitive worlds dragon-ish..? In ancient times he was remembered! My rainbow rages , a gothtastic shaman endures. In ancient times you were as lost as the sensual flames , yet now he is gothyck. In the end , beyond the borders of sanity , just as I had thought.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.