The shattered mother 
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Has their mirage of joy feared those ravings..? 
It waits for my vampire.
 
The dragon dreaming of a mysterious storm destroys me. 
Has the cruel sky opposed enchantments?
 
My misunderstood vampire is stretching beyond the gothtastic bat lurking under the saint! 
It forgets their explosion, hopefully...
 
A priestess is lonely... 
Long ago it was remembered...
 
The healer far beyond the familiar hill is looming above a thorn stretching beyond a lonely priestess. 
The explosion beyond the storm stamping on a hostile thunderbolt arises , the werebeast of alienation dies.
 
You wait for the dust of abandonment, soundlessly. 
Suddenly, it all changes; my mother of woe surrenders , the temple drifts.
 
Gothchyk

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

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