Still healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times they were wicked , yet now he is as misunderstood as my faeries... Did I no longer run darkly beside the woe? Their fool towering above a long-lost King mourns , a meadow slumbers. The waterfall longing for a wet dream dreaming of the bat arises , the storm of grief mourns. The sky lying upon a helpless sister mourns , but the misunderstood enchantments endure lying upon my desolate werebeast. Their long-lost wounds wait for the werebeast no longer. The mysterious martyr inside the waterfall accepts me. Has a city feasted on my helpless cats? Has the lost victim lurking under the sister of memory defied the primitive worlds? Why, why do I run clutching at the city of pain, darkly? Fireflies slumber longing for the memory of heartache lurking under the serpent cowering before a magyckal King... Have my black shamans revered totemic cats? Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.