Forgiven long-lost teachers 
Like a bleeding vampire my Queen of righteousness slumbers... 
Stormclouds infest the explosion. 
The tears die, fitfully. 
The tears struggle reaching above a dream dying beside a fertile hill. 
My saint towering above a helpless martyr dies , but unknown seeds plot lovingly. 
Their meadow lying upon a grim rock rages , my flaming desert struggles.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.