A poem, written by Sir Crescent Sliver, from an alternate universe that should never have existed.

The Wastes destroy all they touch. Hope, hearts, happiness, health. A sorrowful scholar from a time before gathers the fragments of intellectual sorrow and assembles them into a patched-together monster of a poem. As disjointed as the polluted wastes, as scarred and broken as the landscape of fallen and tumbled out madness and hopelessness. Pain and agony, ultimately, for nothing.

(Three things: Yes, if you think it's a reference to that, you're right. Why? I don't know. Some folk are cruel. Second, yes, "Twin Peaks" reference. It's a good bit of verse. Also, no. My favorite is actually "The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock.")