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

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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.