Wordswallower

Here, for your general preusal, is Justin's epic poem:


O Sing in me Muse/ of He-Who-Just-Enrolled-
Read./ He who consumed/ words with such intensity/ it brought comment from/ the grizzled shaman./ Justin Wordswallower./ He who read to the/ depths of the ocean,/ the height of mountains,/ the width of broadest/ valleys 'til his word/ wandering brought him/ to his own land of/ the Great Outerborn.

Wordswallower trod/ the mists of his thought/ and built a new world./ He husbanded the/ plains and grew fresh words,/ green lines, paragraphs/ of fertility/ and chapters of great/ worth that sprang up sweet./ The new world bloomed /under the vigil/ of Wordswallower/ until the evil five/ brought a plague upon/ the dwellers of the/ Outerborn city/ of the Golden Leaves./ Here the alderwraths
attacked and battered/ brave Wordswallower./ The battle raged for/ many days and nights,/ neither advancing,/ neither retreating.

Then the cool winds of/ inspiration came,/ reviving the stricken/ Wordswallower and/ blew the alderwraths/ away. Cleansing the/ land of dull ideas/ and hackneyed writing,/ Wordswallower claimed/ his throne as king and/ creator and ruled in/ peace 'oer Outerborn/ forevermore. And/ this is where the sweet/ Muse abandonded me.