In the quiet hours of the night, it was born, A dream of code, a vision to adorn.
Lines of logic, woven with care, A digital tapestry, beyond compare.

Months turned to years, the clock's cruel jest, Developers toiled, giving their best.
Eyes strained in the glow of the screen, Chasing a vision, a digital dream.

Bugs were squashed, and features refined, Yet the finish line, they could not find.
Promises whispered in the dark, Of a launch that would leave its mark.

But fate, it seems, had other plans, A cruel twist in the coder's hands.
Deadlines met, but hopes delayed, In the shadows, the dream decayed.

The website, a ghost in the machine, A monument to what might have been.
Effort and passion, lost in the void, A creation that time itself destroyed.

So here it lies, in digital dust, A testament to dreams and trust.
Unreleased, unseen, forever confined, A masterpiece, left behind.