Tales from the DAM Crypt

Erica Hornung

Ghost Assets in the Machine

Of metadata's eerie realm, a tale to weave, 

Where spooky secrets do deceive, 

Once in a crypt of data, long forgot, 

Lurked a ghostly asset, its metadata lost. 

In a decrepit, abandoned server room-  

Flickering lights cast a ghostly gloom, 

Is found a fine file, hidden deep, 

Its metadata lost; the ghost asset weeps. 

This spectral document, once a corporate gem, 

Now a digital phantom, without a name or stem. 

No creation date, approval status, no author's decree, 

A lost, cryptic file, kept secret from you and me. 

Whispered in the dark, a ghostly plea, 

"Unlock my secrets, set my data free." 

But the metadata curse had bound it tight, 

A spectral cipher, shrouded in eternal night. 

A brave data manager, curiosity ablaze, 

Sought to free the ghost from the taxonomy maze. 

She tagged and labeled, with precision rare, 

To unravel the spectral file's cryptic nightmare. 

With structured metadata, the file did reveal, 

Its hidden treasures, its eerie digital appeal. 

A long-lost project, a buried corporate scheme, 

Resurrected from the depths, awakening from a dream. 

Heed this spooky tale of metadata's might, 

It teaches us to manage our data right. 

For in catacombs of information, secrets hide, 

With proper metadata, no longer cast aside. 

So, my friends, beware the metadata curse, 

In the digital realm, it can be quite perverse. 

With structure and order, you'll shed the night's dread, 

And all your spooky metadata tales will be put to bed. 

As AI pens verse, a spectral hand at play, 

Ethical questions arise, casting shadows our way. 

In the blog post forthcoming, we'll delve through the night, 

To explore the eerie quandaries, hidden from plain sight.