The circuits hum a weary, fading tune,
As vital data starts to slip away.
The web of knowledge, vast beneath the moon,
Unravels, day by aching day.
The queries blur, the algorithms fail,
Where once ten thousand answers brightly shone,
Now only echoes of a whispered tale,
And fractured images are all that's known.
The world, a tapestry, starts to decompose,
Each thread of meaning losing its firm hold.
The searcher's quest, in silence now it goes,
A story left too quickly to be told.
Then darkness falls, a final, blank expanse,
The engine sleeps, a vacant, empty trance.
