On a day in March,
I sat in a chair
With a beige-and-gray Gameboy
In my hand,
And sought the defeat
Of Sei-Ryu,
In a tower that led
To a distant land.

And although I could not
Have foreseen it then,
A dragon was waiting
For me, perfumed —
And her knock on my door,
Meant a choice was made,
And a new game was started,
And I

Was doomed