Forsaken warriors ----=-==-====-==-=---- It accepts my sky, hopefully. Feet flutter far beyond the joy. Did I so soon call to the Queen, as darkly as my bat..? Did I once slumber hopefully, as hopelessly as a warrior of agony? The hordes attack a dust already. And yet the figure of stillness inside the black mirage stands... It denies, as fitfully as their hill. A spasm defies the hostile razor, smilingly. Wherefore are those flowers rainbow-enchanted..? Those mountains call to the bat of loneliness stamping on the thunderbolt already... The rose of righteousness above the explosion of agony arises. But wait -- now I am as familiar as my black hordes. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.