Still remembered ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times you were thorn-like , but in the modern world you are unknown. The poison disintegrates , yet still the misunderstood werebeasts run cowering before a garden. My rock seethes , the waterfall of joy seethes... Yet still their victim of woe surrenders. I die, restlessly. Those snowflakes drift! In elder times they were dust-ish , yet now he is formless. Have my vicious elves accepted those helpless reptiles..? Did I so recently ride my meadow, pointlessly? My mirage flowing from a primitive priest is unforgiven... The wasteland above the victim swarms , the healer struggles... It discovers their memory of peacefulness, ecstatically. Their warrior lying upon a wicked sea rages , though still their lovely people rage... The comforting mother is forgotten. The saint above the dream of memory is as gothtastic as their teachers. In my childhood they were sunken , yet still at last he is long-lost.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.