The Game

In the window-
the pane is dark,
a glare so light-
an evil bright.

It carries you away,
into the night,
it sings to you-
a song of flight.

You listen-
as if all you can do-
is to hear its words,
and believe them true.

This evil knows-
your weaknesses,
it can give you-
such sweet kisses.

You follow it-
with a greed so strong,
to all your desires,
with it you belong.

And in the pit-
of your so-called heaven,
it throws you away,
with a wicked grin.

And when you wake,
before your window-
and your pane so dark,
you suddenly know.

Now you see-
you realize,
you are just a victim,
as your heart dies.

It was all a trick-
no such luck-
to find your want,
in hell you are stuck.

You were used-
in the plot of fates,
a twist in life-
the game of late.

And now it is over,
it will be OK,
because in the end-
that very same game-
you will soon learn to play.