I met a traveller from an antique board,
Who said—“One thread remains,
within the catalog. . . . In the replies lies
Upon the countless Wojak's and gems
And tranime posting, and sneer of won soiduels,
Tell that its shitposter well those replies posted
Which yet survive, stamped on this lifeless thread,
The janny that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the bottom, this final post appears:
My name is Lee, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Board, boundless and bare
The lone and level catalog stretches far away.