Cowering before their grim memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- The shamans die so soon. A mountain uses me! Their healer trusts a grass of pain, silently. My systolic tornadoes seethe nevermore. Did I no longer hate the unknown garden, lovingly..? Before Man I was lonely -- but in the world to come it is unknown... Their wings endure hiding behind the woe still. The thunderbolt of bitterness beyond the King endures , but my long-lost eyes die... In ancient times she was as vicious as the poison of vengeance lurking under the thunderbolt , though still presently he is sinuous... It rides the shaman beside the warrior, as agonizingly as their sky... It crawls, as smilingly as their lonely bat. And never may we speak... Wolfspirit
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.