Turn your face towards me let me look into your eyes.
Your tear stained face seems so bittersweet.
Why does it pain me so, to finally claim my prize.
I see in those sorrowful eyes, that you accept your defeat.
I wanted to win so badly, perhaps in my blinded state,
I forgot to see what that win would cost.
Is this triumph really worth this dismal fate?
If I was blinded by my victory, is my humanity lost?
You cry out to me, pleading, begging, shouting at me to finish this.
I can't, not yet, there is still more to do.
I continue on, you challenge me once more, just to miss.
And I, still blinded, your plight was blocked from my view
It's up to you, will you roll the dice of fate?
You roll the dice even though you know you've lost this fight.
And alas you roll double ones, you flip the table, your eyes are filled with hate.
It will be hard to get you to come back next time we have game night.
