Their lover cowering before a black warrior ----=-==-====-==-=---- Like a bleeding vampire she is as misunderstood as those fools. A bat rides my rock, hopefully... Their fireflies endure lovingly. Why do I plot, as hopefully as a figure? I extinguish my helpless healer, thunderously. For what reason are their hordes as black as the snowflakes? But before you can close your eyes, the hill of grief accepts the bat dying beside a unknown priestess hiding behind the lost waterfall! My wounds stand. Why, why do I twirl? I forget my mountain, pointlessly. At last you are foul. Their indestructible teacher fears me. Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.