Reaching above my lost flowers 
At the darkest hour I slumber unseeingly , though still seethe. 
A wasteland is bursting forth from an explosion... 
Mourn, mourn falling beneath the dragon of woe! 
Their fool of alienation extinguishes me. 
The vampire behind the mirage dreaming of a mysterious lover denies , their temple protects. 
In the end, the sea of pain arises.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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