In the virtual haven where tales once thrived, Wattpad now echoes, a place deprived. Silent pages, where stories once tread, Wattpad, oh Wattpad, so eerily dead.

Authors' dreams, once vividly spun, In the stillness, their voices undone. No more whispers in the digital air, Wattpad's demise, a solemn affair.

Readers wandered through chapters of old, Now, quiet echoes, a narrative fold. The library stands with a vacant stare, Wattpad's heartbeat, a ghostly air.

No more inked adventures, no tales to tell, In this digital realm, where stories dwelled. Characters' voices, now hushed and still, Wattpad's vibrant spirit, an echo's chill.

Gone are the days of literary delight, Wattpad's demise, a silent night. A graveyard of stories, once vividly bred, Wattpad, oh Wattpad, so solemnly dead.

In the hallowed halls where creativity soared, Wattpad's silence, a tale to be mourned. The virtual shelves, once teeming with life, Now echo solitude, a digital strife.

Authors' keystrokes, once a rhythmic dance, Now silent, no more a vibrant trance. Characters frozen in perpetual pause, Wattpad's legacy, a digital loss.

Readers, once immersed in narratives bold, Now navigate through a realm grown cold. The library's aisles, a spectral maze, Wattpad's requiem, a muted phase.

Imagination's playground, now silent swings, No more chapters with untold things. The plot twists and turns, forever unsaid, Wattpad, oh Wattpad, so hauntingly dead.

Yet, in this stillness, a whisper remains, A testament to the creative strains. Authors and readers, united in grief, Wattpad's memory, a fading leaf.

The ink may have dried on the digital quill, But Wattpad's essence lingers still. In the hearts of those who once were led, Wattpad, oh Wattpad, though silent, not fully dead

Credit goes to B1ana1sC00l

(and ChatGPT)