Forsaken warriors 
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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.