For days on end, the beeping cried,
A phantom wail that never died.
Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs,
I questioned life. I questioned why.

The smoke alarms, they schemed, they lied,
A twisted plot electrified.
The basement hummed with hidden strife,
A flickering pulse of tangled life.

Through circuits cursed and wires unknown,
A hero came, a light was shown.
From a treacherous path, he braved the night,
To slay the beeps and set things right.

With steady hands, he faced the sound,
The maddening chirps that did confound.
A twist, a turn, a truth brought to light—
Not flames, not faults, but “CO” end of life.

A lesson learned, a tale well-spun,
The Beepocalypse was finally done.
And in its wake, no echoes stay—
Just peace and quiet, night and day.

No longer haunted, no longer cursed,
I raise my glass and quench my thirst.
For silence reigns where chaos bled—
My kingdom saved, the beeps now dead.