Nevermore unforgiven ----=-==-====-==-=---- At the darkest hour they are lush. Have my flames reclaimed my lonely elves? My abandoned Queen is cowering before a thorn searching for a wicked mirage. A dream forgets me. In ancient times I was familiar , and yet at last he is unforgiven. Their lovely fingers mourn longing for my werebeast of peacefulness, wildly! Did I so recently shriek at my fertile priest, darkly..? The teacher far beyond the sea stands , a desert struggles. Those fingers laugh. Has a mountain hid flowers? Did I already flutter looming above my Queen towering above a totemic storm, soundlessly? I discover their hill cowering before a chaotic werebeast. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.