I met a sprucecap from a forgotten land,
Who said-- "Two vast and and empty cabinets of wood
Stand in the forest... Near them, on the ground,
Half paved a shattered village lies, whose palisades,
And withered crops, and wandering livestock,
Tell that its village speaker well those passions toiled
Which yet survive, stamped on these decaying things,
The hand that crafted them, and the hours that grind;
And on the runestone, these words appear:
My name is BongLord420, King of W13;
Look on my Works, ye Hermits, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level wealds stretch far away."