The Game
Dangerous is the game I play
And deadly, as any can say
And yet, my soul is to pay
I've lost the game I played today,
Yet many enemies I did slay,
None were the enemy who hides away,
Among the bales of straw and hay,
As I bleed out where I lay,
He sneers and says "you may,
You've lost your will, and your way,
To your victory, I say nay"
Dangerous is the game I play
This poem is about:
Me