Lord of the Pings

A friend got an email from Amazon signed:

"Best regards, 

Aragorn
Amazon Web Services"

So I wrote a poem:

All that’s on hold is not bitter,
Not every caller is lost;
The password so strong is no quitter,
Root login protect at all cost. 

From sleep the VMs shall be woken
A light from the LEDs springs
Restart all the Blades with ring tokens
The cloud will respond to all pings

The code path not taken

My code fails to work

The hours tick by, useless—

Just one equals sign