A score and many moons ago, Johnny input his details through,
Johnny knew not what boons it held, the social section the website held.
He made his first query, in the section ordained not player's ferry.
Asking a question bound, to the real-life world, no strings around.
One replied, then four more. In an instant, Johnny embellished his lore.
The leaves turned color, the world around the sun, yet another,
Time passed and moons changed, all the while Johnny remained.
For he had made a presence there, an ethos made, a countenance bared.
Acquaintances, friends were made. His website and in game life were repaid.
He even went on to meet, certain friends, the social section laid at his feet.
Johnny felt as whole as whole. This social section, his world had mould.
Each and every single day, he entertained with friends he made.
Who would thought, the day would come, when this simple fun was gone?
New social sections emerged, and they fled his, like sheep in a herd.
Johnny suddenly felt all alone. Longing for the times he made in his home.
The attrition occurred exponential, till all whom were left were the loyal, the humble.
Manifest a decade passed. Not a single good thing can last.
Here Johnny lies weak. Destitute and bare. Peddling topics from the few who venture dare.
And the fallen few who live on. Hoping days of yore will come once more.
Forever and another have made their plea. To the kings in gold to do their deed.
Do what need be done to bring, that social section back again.
The audience exists and they desire, the golden crown to light the pyre.
Nothing to lose but those, who'd give their own betrothed.
So one last time, in cryptic light, I beseech the crowns about this plight
For all we who care could ever fear. That this cry falls on deaf ears.