Ozymandias.com

I found a link on Google which I clicked
To load: Two huge but broken graphic files
Are on a web page. On that site I picked,
Half there, a broken visage lies, whose smiles,
And pasty skin, and CSS use strict,
Tell that the scanned shot read those passions plain
Which yet survive, stamped on these GIFs yet,
The owner of this, proud of his domain;
And on the page these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Net:
Look on my site, ye Surfers, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal site, bit-rotten, bare,
The lonely 404s stretch far away.

(With profound apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley)