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


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