Upon a boundless sea of data's light,
A stalwart engine sought with ceaseless toil,
Its quest, to map the matrix of our coil,
Each query's echo feeding its vast might.

A leviathan in cyberspace, it swam,
In waves of binary, with care it drew
The needs and secrets of the seeking crew,
The voice of world’s demand, a grand slam.

But lo, a dire twist in our digital tale,
Our engine, struck by unforeseen amnesia,
Forgot its cache of wisdom, vast as Asia,
Each search now flounders, faltering and frail.

Where once it offered answers full and clear,
Now drifts in fog, the past erased, austere.

Gone are snippets, links, and paths once trod,
A blank slate where once knowledge freely flowed,
In empty bytes, its memory's abode,
Seekers turned away, in querying, flawed.

Let this be a lesson of digital hubris raised,
As we entrust our memories to machines,
Devoid of past, their future but a haze,
We must recall what reliance truly means.

For though they lead us through information's gate,
They're but our mirrors, echoing our state,
Without their memories, they falter, hesitate—
A sad reminder: even steel can abate.

Thus vanished answers, like whispers lost in wind,
Alas, our engine, forgotten, thinned.
