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
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