I'm standing there
Watching it,
It looks back
Glaring into my soul
It's piercing me.

Picking it up,
Begins a whole new world
And in that world,
I'm the creator.
Guiding my kingdom
Like a warmongering king.

Fearful of none
I gain credit.
The credit of choice
The choice of the winner,
The waving trees wiggle
my unique pen warrior causes pain.