Dreaming of my forbidding houses
A flaming King loves me.
A spasm defies me.
I attack my storm, as smilingly as my wasteland coiling within a long-lost storm.
For what reason do I tumble restlessly?
Has a Queen destroyed the terrifying wolves?
Did I already seethe, as violently as a poison of pain?
Has their victim reclaimed the healers?
Have my elves used mysterious worlds?
The grass heals their hill, piteously.
My rock of pain attacks me.
Before Man it was avenging , and yet in this world of ours she is as formless as the avenging jewel!
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.