'Twas a dark and stormy night, and I had left, no game to play.
When along my dear bittersweet Crysis came to brighten my day.
I got to playing and got to slaying and after this I started paying.
Another day, another week, I loved you more and more.

After a while I noticed some things, here and there, paid no attention.
Played some more and slayed some more, but then things started to clock in.
You have deserted us, Crytek, why oh why? Would you care if I had died?
Because I did, Crytek, I died a little inside today slightly in my core.

This is a terrible rhyme, not at all sublime but hopefully you catch my message.
I love you, Crytek, like a brother, but sometimes I want to kill you. No presage.
So riddle me this, you masterminds of disguise.
Why do you treat us like something you despise?

I come here often and see much hatred for the things you do.
So perhaps you could give us what we want, maybe in a new game soon.
I really hope you pin this on your wall of shame,
I love your works and love your games; but man, you are too easy to blame.

Fix this beautiful mess, and turn this chaos into a masterpiece.
We are waiting, yelling and sighing and raging into our earpiece.
I am willing to give you one more chance, out of respect and gratitude.
Please fix what's wrong, and talk to the XBox community, for your own sake, don't elude.