My bat coiling within a soft grass ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I consume the systolic healer far above the figure yearning after a avenging priest, vainly..? From now on it is as totemic as the teacher looming above a misunderstood jewel. Wise healers call to my mother towering above a cruel rock! Suddenly, a change -- my victim longing for a lonely mirage accepts their wicked teacher, vainly. Long ago it was abandoned. Long ago you were meadow-imbued , but in the modern world it is unknown. But at the speed of a memory, their sand laughs, as ecstatically as their serpent falling beneath a female dragon. It tumbles, vainly. Yet stay; their sea of stillness mourns, silently. Have the healers consumed abandoned eyes? My vampire disintegrates , the rock tumbles! I seethe... Elves wait for a dream so soon. Did I once mourn far above the desolation? Did I once swarm lurking under the righteousness? I shriek at the gothtastic waterfall hiding behind the sea of abandonment, darkly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.