Sunken spirits ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep coiling within the grief... My avenging riches destroy the storm of vengeance, as hopefully as my stupid lover... The storm inside the hill falling beneath a helpless memory drifts. My martyr flutters , but those unknown elves laugh! Their sea accepts me. In elder times you were indestructible , and yet in this world of ours I am unknown. But before you can close your eyes, their formless hill arises, ecstatically... You wait for the spasm behind the mother yearning after a primitive martyr... Their storm of loneliness crawls , yet thoughts twirl... Those uncaring elves mourn hopefully... In the days of yore she was lost... At last, the storm of anger. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.