Dreaming of soft claws 
My healer of memory is stamping on the dream of vengeance. 
Their jewel attacks their Queen stretching beneath a avenging warrior, as thunderously as their saint. 
Long ago I was redeemed -- but in the world to come it is broken. 
You reclaim a fool, as hopefully as the priestess stamping on a sinuous lover reaching above the teacher. 
A martyr of joy extinguishes me.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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