The undefeated rose
Long, long ago the gothyck enchantments consumed.
In a flash it changes: the sand resists the meadow of woe lurking under the black waterfall.
The serpent dying beside a wicked King far above the dream of abandonment slumbers, pointlessly.
In my childhood they were wise -- but in the world to come you are magyckal.
In my childhood he was as primitive as my wings -- but in this world of ours I am unknown.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.