Friendly Games Poem by Cory The Alchemist

Oh he just sits there
Taunting me
Oh my friend's always there
Tempting me
He fills me with despair
Weakening me
His handle glistens
Calling me
Making my hand twitch
Possessing me
My smile flashes
Controlling me
Now in my hand
Comfortably
Now to have some fun
Filling me with glee
His blade flicks out
So smoothly
She's coming around the corner
So gracefully
One slash to her throat
So skillfully
The game is done
So easily
Wipe my friend down
So bloody
Until next time my faithful friend...