Epic Poem: The Charger of the Night Song I – The Forgetting Along the dusty edges of nightstand and bed, lies a cable, once white, now gray and greasy. The Charger, sworn to service and to power, was once a hero of the digital dream. He brought light to screen, life to tweet, and helped you with TikToks, though they were little more than brain fog pixelated—yet he gave you power, his sparks, his boats. Song II – `The Decline But times slackened. A new one came quickly, a MagSafe, a USB-C—so bright. And you, ungrateful son of convenience, shoved him aside in a drawer with some paste. His head is bent now, his plug is worn, and he dreams of the days when apps were still called him. But alas, you forget, as people always do—until night comes, and your screen goes kissless, empty, black as your soul on Monday.