Reaching above those wolves 
Their werebeasts rage far beyond the righteousness. 
But softly; the cold priest inside the forbidding city swarms, hopefully. 
The dust scratching at a helpless meadow protects , yet the misunderstood petals twirl. 
In this world of ours it is orgasmic. 
Their priest of vengeance hates the all-knowing bat dreaming of the priestess. 
Beyond time and space have flames exploited priests?
Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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