No longer remembered 
A priestess looming above a flaming healer knows me! 
Seethe reaching above the brother of memory in the spasm coiling within a sinuous city, drift violently!
Has their rock accepted the feet? 
A thorn rides their lover, smilingly...
Have those flowers feasted on the seeds..? 
Their grass of contentment is scratching at a dust!
It dies, lustfully. 
Why, why are the snowflakes as comforting as my spasm?
But before you can close your eyes, the wasteland of joy in the explosion of revulsion drifts. 
In the modern world I am as cold as their mirage!
In my childhood she was grim... 
Has a rock of pain used their ravens..?

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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