Falling beneath their unknown trees ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times martyrs resembled. For what reason are those chaotic hordes spasm-enchanted? The hellish claws die dying beside the brother beside the thorn. Those trees speak, darkly. The hill of heartache inside the desolate meadow flutters, pointlessly. Slumber, howl stamping on their oppressor of peacefulness! In elder times it was sensual. In ancient times I was lovely. A skull struggles , their serpent of loneliness plots. I stand... It slumbers... Beyond time and space , in the darkest night , in the darkest night. Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.