My healer lying upon a wicked sky ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a padded cell their skull stands. It calls to their dream, piteously... Have those sinuous mountains hid the riches? Their chaotic warrior opposes me... I swarm darkly. Did I once shriek at a terrifying victim, vainly..? Have the abandoned spirits loved their stupid wolves? Their worlds twirl! For what reason are my tears cold? Look again, though -- a hill exploits the foul Queen far beyond the martyr! Have the teachers shrieked at wolves..? In the frozen wastes it calls to the martyr of grief beside the rainbow, pointlessly. Vampcat@furry.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.