The Way of the Game

I sat one cloudy evening

Playing my favorite video game

With nothing but a computer

And the soft patter of rain.

A large maze full of monsters

Lay waiting deep inside

And I raised my sword in strong defence

Slashing through their hides.

Ambling through the labyrinth

I was doing fairly well

At the end there were gold riches

And the sound of victory bells.

I stretched my arms towards triumph

Ready for my prize

But everything went solid black

And my computer died.