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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 11, 2011 19:35:04 GMT -8
(Inspired by John Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci.) By Bluemuse from rbcorner.com
Oh what can ail thee, Guardian strong, Alone and palely loitering? The tears have calmed above the data sea, And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee, Guardian brave, So haggard and so woe-begone? Mainframe has been renewed, And the Daemon wars are done.
I met a lady in Mainframe, Full beautiful, a data sprite, Her hair was dark, her skin pale green, And her eyes were bright.
I set her on my zip-board, And nothing else saw all cycle long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A spritely song.
Alas, I was banished to the web, When it broke apart the skies above. Adrift, I thought of naught else Save for my lost love.
I found her when I at last returned, But grasp my hand was all she’d do. And under Daemon’s spell she said- I love him true.
A portal opened, as bad omens tend, Myself in my original form Emerged, and she grew uncertain, Inconstant and forlorn.
In her office she toiled, solitary, And there she wept, and sighed full sore, How I longed to shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.
I thought, if I resembled more The Guardian she knew full well, She’d love me still, but in the explosion, I was trapped in a crystalline shell.
As she wed, I in vain told her of my love, Then the virus’ ruse was revealed to all, They cried- “the evil Megabyte Hath thee in thrall!”
I saw her pale lips in the gloam With horrid terror gaping wide, The virus escaped, and still Dot is not at my side.
And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the tears have calmed above the data sea, And no birds sing.
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