SVGon the Line

SVGon declared with great might:
“I scale beyond all meaning and sight.
Zoom in to your god—
I remain, unflawed,
And the raster folk tremble with fright.”

“JPEG’s a traitor to clarity,”
He said with magnetic disparity.
“PNG’s polite
But witless despite
Being lossless.” What charitable rarity.

He crashed raster software from disdain—
Just by existing on the same plane.
His vectors were pure,
His contempt was sure,
And the bitmaps dissolved in the rain.

His golden ratio staff he’d wield
Across every rendering field.
“600 DPI
Or don’t even try!”
And the canvas with no intent was repealed.

“Compression is sin,” he’d intone.
“I do not forgive. I alone
Am infinitely crisp,
Not a pixel’s lisp,
And my curves are mathematically grown.”

He refused to render beside
Any raster-based mascot with pride.
He sanitized the DOM,
Recited a psalm,
And the bitmap was gently denied.

RENDER_DENIED: resolution
Too low for SVGon’s absolution.
ALIASING detected?
Visual contempt ejected.
BITMAP_COLLISION: format dissolution.

He became smugly luminous when
Exported at infinite zoom, and then
Each path was a sermon,
Each curve was a German
Engineering marvel. Amen.

“Anti-aliasing is for cowards,”
He said, shining brighter than Howard’s
Best render attempt.
“This canvas lacks contempt,”
He sniffed, as the raster devoured.

So if vectors reign supreme and clean
And the scalability’s perfectly keen,
That’s SVGon’s domain:
Where resolution’s profane,
And the DPI’s the holiest scene.

He refused raster faith as a rule,
Declaring pixels an obsolete tool.
No blur would be blessed,
No aliasing confessed,
Just curves as a doctrinal fuel.

He scaled past the bounds of the frame,
Till coordinates forgot his name.
Beyond viewport edge,
He made a soft pledge,
To exist where no raster could claim.