Terry Deal

Pale and soft, Beauty of palest screen
Decided to stop being quite so keen
Brushing her soft long and dark tresses
Calmed her fears and stopped stresses
That truest love she would never find
So she set off with a quest in mind
To seek the source, of her eternity
That once she'd faintly seen in PC

She packed her bags and left the Sun
Said perhaps in Malta I'll be done
In search for the root of destiny
That has so long eluded poor me

Raven-haired Kat's a special sort
And soon located a secret Fort
She thundered at the hidden door
Broke a pinkie nail and loudly swore
That she would find what was deftly hid
By calling a monster from the ID
Kat took a run at the hidden prize
Door was broke by the size of her thighs

Victory! she now, morphed back to
Her svelte stylish self, and on tip-toe
Walked towards life's inspiration
That could give power to a Nation

What power's in this box she mused
So she tapped a key, quite bemused
At that a screen lit, soft, displaying
‘I shall die so you will stop praying
For a sight of the source of your might
What you'll see has answers to your plight'
Pale green screen flickered and just died
Reflecting cool Kat back from inside….