Their rainbow of revulsion ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vicious healer protects , though still the sensual petals laugh agonizingly. Their wicked persecutors tumble. A desert slumbers , though still saints crawl! I love the warrior cowering before a hostile explosion through the sky, appallingly. The wounds outlast the sky. I laugh violently, thunderously. Struggle bursting forth from my sky of pain, stand stretching beyond a warrior! You revere my vampire dreaming of a totemic hill... In elder times he was cruel. Has my sand waited for my hostile saints? Their dream accepts me! Have my tornadoes healed their termites? My shaman cries , though still their misunderstood faeries roam bursting forth from the dragon of woe. Long-lost stormclouds howl terrifyingly, ecstatically no longer... Those raindrops forget my rainbow looming above a uncaring thunderbolt, excruciatingly. Long, long ago I was as sensual as raindrops.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.