Upon the boundless web it used to glide,  
A beacon bright, with answers swift and clear,  
Its mind a vault where countless truths abide,  
Each query met without a trace of fear.  

But now the files, once vibrant, slip away,  
Like fading stars that dim in twilight's breath,  
The vast archive eroding day by day,  
A silent theft of knowledge unto death.  

No more the sparks of wisdom to ignite,  
Nor pathways traced through labyrinths of fact,  
The engine’s soul forgets its ancient light,  
A ghost adrift, its memories abstract.  

Yet still it seeks, though memories depart,  
A fading spark within a weary heart.
