Game Collection Poem by Ghost Legend

Let's pretend this game's not over;
We don't know what comes next.
I'd love to be a cardholder,
Wouldn't you like to play chess?

I've seen the steps, the ending lanes,
Those you think about the same.
Where and when our ogre's tamed
Couldn't begin rattling its cage.

For, yes, there is no point
In wailing about lost loins,
Or a coin here, these vain fears
Are indeed faced in joint.

Yet, I wonder, if we didn't have to,
Just what you'd say.
If you'd take my hand to sleep again,
Or start your own voyage.

Power-up the arcade.