OH NO!! OUR TABLE!! IT'S BROKEN!!! (Don't worry, Table is still okay.)
In the realm of BFTWEP, a battle for the world's might, There lies a forlorn table, forsaken in winter's bite. Once a place of gathering, a centerpiece of cheer, Now forgotten and abandoned, its story crystal clear. Once sturdy and strong, a symbol of shared delight, Now weathered and frail, in sorrow it takes its flight. Outside in the bitter cold, covered in icy shroud, A lonesome table, witness to dreams disavowed. Oh, the tales it could tell, of laughter and embrace, Of hearty feasts and conversations, filling every space. But the whispers of merriment have faded into the past, Leaving behind only echoes, as memories wane and recast. No longer adorned with warmth, no flickering candle's glow, Just a lonely silhouette, where the chilling winds now blow. Its polished surface dulled, scarred by the frosty touch, Symbolizing abandonment, a love that meant so much. In the blanket of snow, it yearns for a loving hand, To restore its purpose, to reclaim its place in this land. But BFTWEP rages on, its contestants vying for power, Leaving the table to wither, hour by desolate hour. Yet, even in desolation, its spirit still perseveres, Silently hoping for revival, to escape its frozen tears. A sentinel of sadness, a monument to neglect, As the world's focus shifts, its pain it must reflect. Oh, table of sorrow, trapped in this icy abyss, You bear the weight of abandonment, a poignant abyss. In the show of grandeur, where ownership is sought, You remain forgotten, in the battle never fought. So let us pause and remember, in this tale of woe, The table lost in the snow, yearning for a place to grow. For even in BFTWEP's chaos, it's the abandoned souls we keep, Reminding us that in a world of power, compassion is what we reap.
