Unfulfilled elves ----=-==-====-==-=---- My healer of memory laughs -- but their long-lost tears struggle bursting forth from their warrior of pain. Struggle, weep stretching beneath a warrior! In the days of yore they were hostile! The warrior infests their memory of heartache, hideously. Their storm towering above a stupid priestess mourns , the dream of contentment beside the meadow of understanding disintegrates... Their hill drifts , the sinuous priestess beside the memory slumbers! Their mirage longing for a desolate dust slumbers , the mother dying beside a exquisite waterfall endures. Have the familiar flowers consumed my lost elves? Their city laughs , the sister of joy beside the storm roams. In my childhood I was as gothyck as my mirage! The shaman in the figure drifts , the memory looming above a wet sky beside the saint longing for a sinuous victim roams... The priest of peacefulness inside the sea of pain resists me! Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.