The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Mar 3, 2005
A name taken from an Angel Dark,
Should strike fear into the stoutest heart.
Many past have felt his wrath,
Or will in time,
Down this foul path.
Although once some he counted friends
It seems they are but means to his end.
Ironic though this warning seems,
Sent too late,
A hopeless dream.
Can one so stuck change in time?
Unless he does, his end is nigh.
Nevertheless I issue this
To one who often must be taking the.