The Digital Agora's Gentle Murmur

In digital realms where whispers softly pass,

E'en sprites and wanderers do yearn comply,

A problem stirs—a server nay steadfast,

To whom we owe depend yet dismay try.

Ye text in shimm'ring flow as voices flair,

A fellowship pursuing lights agaze,

Dispels distrust to trust that jointes rear,

Yet oftentimes, confusion greets amaze.

The code through bits resolved a courteous end,

Restored ver’ly by prithee intellect,

The nuance of our pleas hedge amend,

Bethou with prudence ever so collect.

Thus in this sphere of words wield lacking eyes,

True kin is found where intro fails in guise.