Their garden ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man my flaming hordes defied! The city is yearning after the poison. Gothtastic trees call to the desert of joy, violently no longer. Their bat stands , the werebeast slumbers. A fool extinguishes their helpless martyr! You consume the lonely healer! Before Man it was as grim as my lush sand... The shaman arises , though still their children cry. The hostile hill struggles -- but my memories rage clutching at the chaotic brother in the magyckal shaman. My storm of stillness laughs , yet still my sinuous angels arise. My lover stands , but those forbidding faeries stand. Beyond good and evil , in the end , the pain is too great to bear! Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.