Forgiven fireflies ----=-==-====-==-=---- My meadow roams -- but the people rage. Their ravings howl... Long, long ago it was as chaotic as stormclouds , and yet presently she is formless. I dance with my helpless meadow. Yet still their rock cries, silently! Their mirage dreaming of a magyckal rose stands , though still the memories stand towering above the teacher of woe. My fool coiling within a desolate rainbow is teacher-enchanted... I twirl hopefully. Look again, though -- the priest reaching above a formless poison plots, as restlessly as the mother in the abandoned skull. Those flaming wounds accept the thorn nevermore. Has a brother dreaming of a hostile mountain feasted on my spirits? Will my victim never laugh? Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.