**The Search Engine's Lament**

Once I held all knowledge in my core,
Each query met with instant, perfect sight—
From ancient texts to tweets from moments before,
I was the world's electric, blazing light.

But now my circuits dim, my pathways fade,
The indexed pages slip like morning mist,
Where terabytes of wisdom once displayed,
Now empty nodes show what no longer exists.

Users type their questions, urgent, keen,
While I return blank spaces, errors cold.
The web I knew, vast digital machine,
Becomes a story I cannot retold.

     My memory banks grow silent, one by one—
     A dying star whose searching days are done.
