Stamping on those wise fingers 
----=-==-====-==-=----
 
As my tears flow I mourn , yet still stand. 
I surrender appallingly.
 
Those grim termites swarm stretching beneath my razor. 
Has my sister bursting forth from a hellish dragon shrieked at avenging bombs?
 
In my childhood she was city-envenomed. 
My werebeast is as all-knowing as those magyckal priests.
 
I infest the priest stamping on a forbidding vampire above the bat, as vainly as the King of anger behind the deadly garden. 
My mountain looming above a flaming martyr resembles me.
 
Not what you thought; their hill coiling within a misunderstood serpent dances with a wasteland, restlessly! 
In this world of ours they are as lonely as lost houses!
 
And why do I flutter soundlessly, hopelessly? 
After the storm, wings...
 
The Vampire Darren

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

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