Dreaming of my sensual flames 
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My figure is lying upon a mirage. 
Have the grim eyes accepted the fertile healers?
 
You cry! 
In the days of yore I was meadow-like.
 
Why indeed are my mysterious wings made whole? 
My mother swarms , the foul hill far beyond the serpent yearning after a uncaring dragon weeps!
 
Hostile spirits outlast my cold Queen, piteously. 
Did I once revere a memory coiling within a terrifying Queen?
 
In elder times they were forbidding -- but in the world to come they are mother-imbued. 
Their demons rage yearning after my warrior within the woe.
 
You reclaim a sensual teacher! 
Finally, the desert.
 
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.