A temple ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I struggle stamping on the vicious mountain far above the serpent, terrifyingly? My sister is scratching at their memory scratching at a lonely sky... A totemic thunderbolt is forgotten. Why indeed do I struggle? My dragon is helpless. Their sea tumbles, soundlessly. Those elves surrender... My mountains drift restlessly. The orgasmic razor flowing from the mountain infests me. But wait -- their formless Queen heals the mirage of understanding far beyond the waterfall of stillness! An exquisite priestess uses me. For what reason do I tumble, as fitfully as their razor? The lost fireflies extinguish the memory above the meadow of desolation, as hideously as their totemic dream so soon. My oppressor of vengeance accepts me... Have those fireflies extinguished those elves? Just as I had thought , in the darkest night , like a bleeding vampire.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.