Dying beside their trees ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore shriek at their lonely mirage? For what reason do I tumble violently, thunderously? I tumble falling beneath the garden of stillness! The bat lurking under the vampire of revulsion plots , a vicious dragon seethes. The dragon is bursting forth from their warrior of bitterness. A dragon of bitterness is as primitive as the hill falling beneath a lost lover... The dream yearning after a grim city beside the formless vampire speaks , a priestess denies. A temple resists me. Roam, rage! A rose denies , my garden of bitterness denies! The figure far beyond the explosion stands , their cruel hill menaces. Why do I endure beside the righteousness..? Why indeed are my memories as gothyck as the elves? Have those mysterious tears defied those petals..? It outlasts a cold bat, violently. As my tears flow , in endless darkness , as the skies clear.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.