In days of old, when knights were bold,
A tale of quest and courage told.
They sought a device, both strange and grand,
A smartphone with knowledge in their hand.
A wizard spoke of legends rare,
Of a gadget beyond compare.
It held the wisdom of the ages,
Locked within its mystic pages.
Sir Gallant led the valiant crew,
Through forests deep and skies so blue.
They braved the storms and darkest night,
To find this source of endless light.
Across the lands, through fields of gold,
They journeyed on, both brave and bold.
In caverns deep, with dragons near,
Their hearts were strong, they knew no fear.
The wizard’s map, with runes aglow,
Guided them where they should go.
Through enchanted woods and rivers wide,
To where the smartphone’s secrets hide.
A castle stood on mountains high,
Its spires reaching to the sky.
Guarded by a beast so fierce,
With eyes that could your soul pierce.
The knights did battle, fierce and true,
With swords of steel and hearts so blue.
The beast was slain, the path now clear,
Their prize at last was drawing near.
Within the castle’s hidden keep,
In shadows where the spirits sleep,
They found the phone, with screen so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
With trembling hands, Sir Gallant pressed,
The button on this fabled quest.
The screen lit up, a wondrous sight,
Then flickered out, no more its light.
The battery dead, no charge in sight,
The knights despaired in the cold night.
Their quest for knowledge turned to woe,
No way to make the device glow.
With heavy hearts, they journeyed back,
Through valleys deep and forest track.
They told their tale of quest and loss,
A legend marked by fate’s cruel cross.
So in the annals, this story stays,
A quest that ended in dismay.
For in their grasp was wisdom bright,
But fleeting as the stars at night.
