My hood hangs low, but my vision is enhanced
From the darkness of the shadows, my silent sword dance.
The scrolls of time, echo ancestors quest
But over fallen Templar, is when the guild will rest.
Now a car a chase, the authorities closing fast
The sports car of your dreams, give the nitro a blast.
Rolled her fourteen times, lost both wheels of the back
Just click the reset button, now your back on track.
A cyborg from the future, lasers equipped to boost
Jump a thousand feet, or send the aliens home to roost.
Must rush to save the planet, seconds almost out
But you can try again, no need to scream or shout.
These powerful machines, imaginations walk away
Can put you through your paces, the pros don't like to play.
Thrust into arena battle, no advantage there to take
But with a little practice, your come back will be great.
I dedicate my words, to the artist’s who generate
These awesome creations, the worlds, the time , the place.
No matter what they make, or how they warp the time
I could never stop trying, until victory is mine.
Copyright © Edward Micheals | Year Posted 2015
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