Once I thought I cheated death,
It seems it's cheated me.
and I reflect upon, with my last breath,
my own mortality.
The castles in the sky I've scaled,
the hellspawn demons that I beat,
My victories, and times I failed
leading up to this; life's last defeat.
I won't sob out "It's not my time!"
nor seek justice blindly, for life's not fair.
Many are cut down in their prime,
and stalwart is my character.
So as my countdown draws to a close,
to where I immortalize my name,
I face death defiant, and it knows
as i do, that life is just a game.
Death's viel upon me would be broken
by words that would stir hope within you.
but alas, I've used up all my tokens
"GAME OVER! Insert Coin to continue!"
Author notes
Written June 10th, 2005
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well, the point was to make it begin sounding like a universal, relatively deep poem, and then slowly change so that only after you read the last lines do you realize its truly about videogames, and not merely analogies.
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Okay
The first stanza or two bring to mind Emily Dickenson, then you veer off and the poem loses impact. Fairly decent try. -
oh har bloody har!
OH HAR! interesting twist that, i should have seen it coming, it seems that those game stations rule the lives of stupid americans, i mean so what if you die in the shooting game - there was no need to take out a REAL gun and blow the bloody thing apart! well i dirgess [yet again - speaking of which i find myself allways digressing on these comments, on one i started talking about squirrels for half a bloody h... WAIT im doing it again!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!] anyway, good twist at the end of that, it was one of those poems which makes me say "har bloody har", for no real reason at all! good write!
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