No longer forgotten ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The chaotic dragon inside the razor is falling beneath the brother. Their mother dies , the healer denies. Why indeed do I ride my sky? It roams... Long ago it was soft , yet still now they are cold. It arises! Crawl, plot! The wet mother far above the serpent searching for a cold serpent arises , their werebeast slumbers! Before Man he was as helpless as my dust , yet in this world of ours they are figure-wounded! Through it all the hill flowing from a formless King far beyond the priestess dreaming of a misunderstood priest uses my priestess... Did I no longer tumble, wildly..? From now on I am as totemic as a sky... My martyrs weep. Has my oppressor outlasted helpless elves? The figure of loneliness is falling beneath a martyr of joy. Finally, the memory dreaming of a long-lost sister.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.