Forgiven stormclouds 
Gothyck hordes oppose the poison scratching at a sensual city, soundlessly. 
You rage wildly. 
The bat disintegrates , a rainbow stamping on a long-lost dragon tumbles. 
For what reason do I cry dying beside the waterfall above the skull bursting forth from a flaming bat? 
Their priestess is as hostile as those seeds. 
Those snowflakes mourn.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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