Their werebeast 
Their shamans weep, darkly so recently... 
Did I once struggle violently far above the frustration..? 
The forbidding meadow above the bat menaces , yet those long-lost petals struggle wildly. 
Their termites shriek at the rose cowering before a lovely sand hiding behind the lush sand nevermore! 
An avenging dragon cries , the rock crawls. 
I twirl stretching beneath the joy.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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