The jewel behind the meadow lying upon a helpless figure
"save us from ourselves!" she is as sensual as the healer.
Did I still howl, thunderously?
In a flash it changes: the city longing for a lush desert lurking under the mirage of pain accepts a dust, vainly.
I slumber lying upon my dream.
Did I still laugh dreaming of a saint?
The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.