Cold steel in my hands
A sword? A gun? A shield? A key?
I have no idea.
I walk through valley,
Scale mountains and hills,
Ford great rivers,
As I head to Venus–
I will rule it all.
In this new land,
I run from the guards,
I trip, stumble, fall right down
And everything goes dark.
I fly through space
As stars explode
And I watch in awe.
I recklessly crash my ship.
I am stuck in the sky,
The stars are my home now.
I wander in the dark,
Behind me a thump
And I run fearfully,
Footsteps close behind,
It seems that I’m the prey.
I turn to face
The thing scaring me to death,
But it was never there,
Not really,
Yet a prick on my neck,
My hairs stand on the edge,
And the life drains my face.
Game over.
Game over.
Game over.
Fulmore
8th