The Runestone

Somewhere
On that dismal shore
I walked.
I found a runestone.

Battered by wind
   Rain
   Snow
All the elements pitted
Its surface

Worn by the
Seeds of
     Time.
I strived to
 Make out what
the runestone said.

But
Then I realised
That
I couldn't read
 Runes anyway.
So
   I left it.

I 
Took a photograph
to a historian
   of it.

He said
It said
Something. It
Said Why?
Do you waste
Time
   Reading
Ever battered 
  Runes?
   Anyway?
When you
 Could be
      Doing something
 relevant.
	So
   I left it.

I used it
 Once
In a 
Fantasy Role
Playing Game
 Scenario.
Where,
   It stumped
My players.

The Runestone.