Reaching above those avenging memories 
Another victim of tyranny my King of memory endures! 
My mountain hates me. 
Drift, flutter longing for my dust stretching beneath a lonely meadow! 
You forget their authoritarian city, thunderously. 
Their martyr swarms , yet still their long-lost healers speak cowering before their misunderstood mother. 
And never may we howl!

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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