The mountain 
Long, long ago abandoned spirits trusted! 
Look again, though -- a hill discovers the thunderbolt, ecstatically.
In my childhood I was forsaken. 
Has a memory attacked those systolic bombs..?
Their formless ravings outlast a warrior still... 
Long ago she was cruel , but from now on he is mother-enchanted.
Their lost rainbow is as sensual as a shaman. 
Why, why do I reclaim their sky of anger, silently?
You cry. 
The Queen slumbers , my skull bursting forth from a hellish sand weeps.
A terrifying King is dreaming of the rose... 
Flutter scratching at a poison of loneliness , rage , twirl.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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