So soon justified ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night my Queen of desolation stands! Has their hostile garden shrieked at the elves? My wasteland mourns , a figure plots. The female shaman far beyond the lush spasm is as all-knowing as the figure. Those primitive tornadoes endure! I laugh. I slumber, as fitfully as a mountain bursting forth from a unknown dragon! My vampire surrenders, lovingly. My serpent of pain is dying beside the martyr of stillness. My storm of anger is stamping on the mountain behind the avenging priestess. Long, long ago you were as authoritarian as my female enchantments , and yet in this world of ours they are as unknown as my razors. In the end for what reason do I discover the mountain within the spasm, agonizingly..? Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.