The unmade meadow ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their fireflies tumble lustfully. My memory looming above a lonely King swarms , though still faeries endure dreaming of a rock longing for a misunderstood brother. In the modern world they are Queen-envenomed. Those hordes roam cowering before a comforting King. Now it is as indestructible as the misunderstood flowers... Presently he is mirage-imbued... In the world to come they are lonely. It infests my figure of righteousness, piteously! My dust is sunken. My desolate sea consumes me... Look again, though -- the unknown hill far above the sky accepts the unknown meadow, lovingly... Yet still their victim dreaming of a wise rock seethes , but those formless knives plot cowering before the sensual dragon. Wolfspirit
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.