Failure's Childe

My daughter, my joy and my light, Let me share with you a secret sublime, For most people, they never know of this ignoble plight, Lives spent broken backs bent before unremitting time, Once I was a sprightly youth, innocent and carefree, Ways of this prurient world still unknown, But as the moments of life burn and roam with rhapsodic glee, Notes of the feminine tune string upon the instruments laddish hearts once stone, However, often the tunes turn into a lackluster jibe, When we the grotty castoffs come and go, Any futile attempt we make to pay for love's perilous bribe, In the metaphorical corners of our minds still we try to let you scions of Eve know, Just a glance for a meteoric millisecond, To give the infinitesimal gift of Hope, Upon these Cupid dared not aim his amatory dart, The missile's missive not meant for those who bear not attraction's prepossessing mark, As a voice for Failure's Childe I beseech once more, Please divert no longer from us your lenitive gaze, Though we may be gamers, geeks, role-players and nerds, Still we avidly seek just one more chance gratis to win your secretive heart, Though may a step might cause to stumble, Or words of ardor may scare you away, Remember, precious one though these seem low and unworthy, A half of a whole, the race never won, an end without a beginning, the power you have to save Failure's Childe from one more inefficacious day