A poem I wrote for one of my classes…
Once the game begins
Your fate is already sealed.
It doesn’t matter which character
You choose; I know them all.
No strategy is unfamiliar,
There are no tactics that will save you.
The match commences,
I take the lead.
Start with teasing you,
Fluttering to avoid your noble attempts.
Once in a while, I sneak in an attack;
This is to spark your aggravation.
You accidentally string together a combo,
A grin stretches across your face.
A couple thumps later and you’re on top,
You love the feeling of power.
Now you’re in the lead,
Despite your lack of experience.
You knock me off the stage,
A cry of triumph escapes your pursed lips.
It is all an orchestrated illusion;
I have never been in danger of losing.
I leap back towards the stage,
And knock you onto your back.
I am done toying with you;
Now it is time for your demise.
Dish deep wallops that stun you,
Your grin fades away.
Now I start to pound you mercilessly,
Whipping your contorted body across the stage.
I go for the K.O.
My strike is furiously relentless.
Your lips quiver and your legs tremble;
You did not expect such intensity.
You mouth gapes and makes a muffled moan.
With widened eyes, you concede defeat.
But the game is not over, my dear,
You still have a couple of lives left!
You frown in displeasure,
But you do not put down the controller.
I lather, rinse, and repeat with fresh maneuvers,
Until you are incapable of playing.
You look frustrated
From being foraged so ferociously.
I smile at your flushed face,
For I foresaw your finished future.
You are sensitive and your exhausted body shakes,
Yet you willingly marvel at my super smash skills.