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. 
You disintegrate. 
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.
Sister Darkness

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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