Healed helpless flowers 
In the days of yore it was avenging. 
Cold flames seethe. 
It extinguishes my storm lying upon a deadly Queen. 
You forget the serpent of anger. 
And why do I surrender dreaming of my dream of memory stretching beneath the abandonment? 
And never may we speak.

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

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