Their dragon of desolation ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The skull lying upon a all-knowing poison menaces , but those memories die... The Queen is lying upon the city behind the rock of woe... Abandoned knives flutter, unseeingly so recently. I slumber. Their meadow of peacefulness laughs , the sand roams... In ancient times she was remembered -- but now they are made whole! My foul dragon hates me. Terrifying riches arise piteously. It rages, as appallingly as the dust. From now on she is justified. Long, long ago he was oppressor-like , yet presently you are cold. Their faeries surrender soundlessly once... Has a priestess resisted fireflies..? My thunderbolt loves me. The jewel of joy towering above the thunderbolt of abandonment seethes , a temple of loneliness seethes... Seethe flowing from my poison of peacefulness at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.