To thee, O fair server

*Brushes hair to one side of face* This poem is called....

"Server"

When I view those morose words,
in that gray harlot box,
words that make my heart bleed,
I cry crimson tears that fall
fall
fall
fall
like rose petals on the virgin snow.
Server!
Why hast thou forsaken me?
 
Annoyance

Oh shitty server,
You piss me off so bad. ARGH!
I want to kill you.
 
Fie, O fie the server died,
Oh what am I to do,
Fie, O fie the server died,
I bet they're betchin' too.

I see the flames, O mighty flames,
of members far and wide,
I hear the screams and troubled woes
that none should cast aside.

Fie, O fie the server died,
what are we left to do?
Fie, O fie the server died,
so I might as well die too.
 
*Touches up runny mascara* Um, this one is called...

"Orpheus"

Thrice, server,
thrice this very day
you have betrayed me.
I, like Orpheus,
sought you in the depths of Hades.
I turned towards you,
As though towards Sodom and Gommorah,
and found myself a pillar of salt
of crimson tears.
I seek absolution and
salvation
in your cold empty words:
Server
is
busy.
Server, my lover,
server, my master,
why?
 
Hark ye to my words
I speak of betrayal
Not of a friend, nay
Rather, betrayal incorporeal
Of a most insidious caliber
"Hie thee back", I was told
So to grace the forums for a bit
I nobly set forth
But lo, the dank dismal decay laid waste to my intentions
As I was set upon by a most vile server
That spoke to me in words most rancor
"Can't you see I'm busy?
Go away, and return no more"
 
To refresh, or not to refresh, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the long waits for an outrageous hour,
or to take arms against a sea of busy server posts,
and by opposing screwing up the comp. To click; to wait;
No more, and by waiting we say we start
a minute, or more, of doing nothing.
To click; to wait; ay there's the rub!
For what lies in wait but waiting more?
Alas! Carry on in wait, ye fools!
May you always be remembered.

Alright fine, no limit imposed.

But I'm sticking this xD

This Hour

Every night as this hour grows near,
a growing dread, maybe a bit of fear
grows in me.
For when the clock strikes an even ten
darkness comes and then
my screen goes blank,
showing what but the message all dread to receive.
Too busy for posting needs that are ours...
but just why this hour?

*cries*
 
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*Picks up guitar* This one is called....

"Faded Memory"

It's true,
I loved you once.
We were young,
And you were faithful.
Those days of sunshine,
Like faded photographs
In my memory,
Make me smile
A smile
Heavy with your betrayal.
I don't understand how this
Cloud
Appeared so suddenly
On our horizon.
The sunshine disappeared,
And you were busy,
Too busy for me,
And I knew you not.
I knew you not,
And all that was left
Were the memories
And the words
"Server is busy."
 
Spiraling into the darkness
I fall, with no one there to catch me
You were once there for me
Laughing, smiling, flaming
But now my heart bleeds
Wind stings my tear-soaked face
I'm falling into this dismal abyss
Of busy servers and endless refreshes
 
Somewhere in the wide, bleak world
a child cries.
Cradled in the depths and darkness of his own dark abode,
he sighs.
A scrambled sound emanates from the space before him,
and from within a crystal light grew dim.
The server was too busy.
 
Twas a long, harsh day
Elements raged with the fury of republicans
Quivers of light pierced my back
As the glaring sun chased me
And soon gave way
To the torrents of a thousand
Weeping clouds roaming the sky
To my abode I ran, seeking shelter
And under my roof did I find it
Or so, that's what I had thought
But oh, how I rue the moment
That my heart bade me seek out these forums
For in my disheveled, weather-struck state
I sought out comfort and healing
But all I found were the words of a server
Bidding me come back another day
Another day
Another time
Another maelstrom, for all it mattered
I had been beaten down by my mother earth
And the kinship I sought in the forums of Final Fantasy
Had been harshly denied to me
So now the noose swings back and forth
And my feet dangle limply
The server shall wound me no more
 
The fields of war lay before us, sir,
so what say you lest we falter?

I have my doubts, O soldier brave,
So I'll pray; I go to altar.

But what seek you there, most noble sir,
the mighty god the server?

Aye indeed, it must now be done,
for god! he'll be busy forever.

>:(

Hint Hint: Post before it's too late.
 
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