Game Over Poem by Cynthia Cename

Winter fare and sonnets bloom
A cast of website tuner's fam,
Results were to respite shown,
A hesity and now reknowned.

With glare and dismal majesty,
What bought the lost and fury,
Believe and deal so manifest,
Astound and free the barricade.

My beauty and what held will soon,
The cost refast a mule and skull,
A boat to bite on rushers plunt,
As seeming as adjust and haunt.

Come witness all a surray fent,
Will bent and fay to claim a rent,
Belong to rule inspects your fane,
Through bats and skies were frushing lane.

The score were pondered and unite
All clause and runner viewly bide
But rumored will and softly please,
'twas game over after the tweeds.