An ode to the lost and forgotten stories of old:
We never take the time to truly understand our fellow writers,
We only look and comment, or make no comment at all, leaving nothing to show our gratitude,
To what they shed their blood and life into:
Making a masterpiece of life and love.
A story of two lovers or friends they weave there tales so strategically it makes one cry.
Then the day to when they say enough!
I feel it is no longer a joy,
To show this story to people who don't understand. No More! They take it down harshly with no warning at all.
The story now lives in our memories.
Fading into our minds like one grain of sand, dropping and disappearing into the ocean floor of forgetfulness to be seen nevermore.
We recall the stories with a fondness of heart and then we try and search these stories or open it up to one and all we see is the message of:
No more.
We shed a tear at such a good work gone and think the one question that grips our minds.
Why? Why no more.
AN: This is my first shot with poetry so please I apologize. I'm not usually good with this, but I felt it needed to be said. This is for everyone who feels this way when a story we all cherish and love from our first time of entering this world of fan fiction is gone. Also I don't care if you leave reviews, but you're more than welcome to.
