Playing Games

Stomp, stomp go the crash of feet
Look up, smiling face - a sceam.
A giant amongst elves
He heeds no care
This isn't a game
Instead, murder.

Hot, it creeps up.
Why, why? So you want to play that game?
Pain disappears, adrenaline overtakes
A monster has been created.

Burning passion for it
you shouldn't have created this.
Flesh meets flesh,
Only one survives.

Ball out!
Up, up I say - release that monster.
Flesh meets again,
this time, harder, faster, stronger.

The monster gets up
Where did this come from?
3 on 1,
the monster pays no heed.

Up and away they go,
like puppets being controlled.

The monster poaches,
Ball won! Ball won!
Placed back, now ours
You shouldn't have played that game.

But that other game?
Rugby?
It's beautiful.