The Gamer
He was born into a world of dragons and knights
with each monster slayed, his points rose by each fight
battle by battle his level grew more and more
glory in his eyes when he saw his score
day by day his lust for glory and points grew large
the same could be said for his armour in the forge
He wore silver mixed with black and gold linings
and would sometimes cover it with leather coatings
his weapon of choice were his many enchanted swords
it was because of them he won countless awards
he was praised by the NPC’s all around town for his bravery
for he had defeated the warlock and freed them from slavery
however his victory was cut short and he was now a rover
for he saw the credits roll and noticed it was game-over
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