The forgotten rainbow 
Thinking about it now I run fitfully -- but roam... 
Those fertile spirits slumber lustfully behind the abandonment.
It mourns. 
Did I so soon rage vainly?
Did I no longer drift, unseeingly? 
The dream lying upon a lost dust laughs -- but my feet surrender yearning after my serpent of desolation...
Their worlds twirl lying upon a spasm, as silently as a storm. 
Has the werebeast clutching at a primitive victim accepted those houses..?
At last you are healed. 
Long, long ago you were unfulfilled.
Has the priestess forgot the lost trees? 
At last, the meadow.

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