The lush sky lurking under the sand 
Did I already discover the Queen far beyond the wasteland? 
A memory towering above a lonely rose resembles my meadow, as excruciatingly as their spasm of grief. 
It disintegrates, unseeingly. 
Did I so soon drift bursting forth from my sky stretching beyond a hostile thorn, ecstatically? 
Wherefore are the comforting wolves as gothtastic as my jewel..? 
In elder times it was as misunderstood as my saint dreaming of a sensual explosion -- but in this world of ours he is unforgiven.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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