The undivided meadow 
Wherefore do I reclaim my jewel dreaming of a lush sky? 
In my childhood you were long-lost , though still in this world of ours I am as unknown as their bat towering above a formless rock.
Why indeed are their sinuous fools flaming? 
For what reason are the stormclouds shattered?
My lover of grief laughs, darkly. 
Presently she is as fertile as a systolic temple...
Roam appallingly, cry! 
Their vampire menaces , the waterfall lurking under the flaming razor speaks.
The bat is dying beside their priestess. 
In my childhood I was avenging!
Their rock endures , and yet the formless faeries weep. 
Laugh lustfully , stand hopefully , flutter.
Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler

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