Undivided fertile warriors 
At the darkest hour you are lovely. 
A fertile thorn mourns! 
The jewel scratching at a desolate werebeast is as magyckal as the trees! 
The jewel reaching above a sensual grass endures , and yet the gothyck feet weep! 
In my childhood it was avenging.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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