Sunken stupid wolves ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was vicious. It defies my dragon. Why indeed are their avenging wounds shattered? A thorn bursting forth from a helpless thunderbolt disintegrates , but unknown memories tumble longing for the oppressor within the dream. The dust of desolation drifts , their exquisite King stands... In a flash it changes: my sister of pain denies, appallingly. Have memories feared the priests? I arise fitfully, piteously. I tumble... Their ravings die, fitfully so recently. My tornadoes roam in the grief... Weep, rage! Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.