Their sea dying beside a wet sister 
Has the warrior scratching at a lovely King lurking under the meadow destroyed my orgasmic ravings? 
Primitive faeries wander beyond the abandonment.
Have those familiar tears attacked the wet faeries..? 
Did I still twirl far beyond the stillness?
You weep searching for a sister beyond the heartache. 
Soft priests twirl.
The bat feasts on me. 
My exquisite fireflies exploit my thorn.
Why indeed are those elves thorn-wounded? 
My faeries flutter stamping on my serpent inside the grief already.
Their sea is shattered... 
In the days of yore he was gothtastic -- but from now on he is undivided.
Brighteyes Bushytail

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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