Huddled in emptyness, br neither here br nor there, br but everywhere br gazing on existance, with longing br and contempt. br Be there no hope for a hunched o'er crone? br Be there no hero, to spirit her away? br with a sigh of deject br she shifts her feet br and waits another millenia br and another... br and another... br and another untill... br she wonders again.