We waited
for him to fail.
Hoping he wouldn’t but
figuring he would be bound to it
no other option
no other will.

Overtaken by
his environment
the words and actions
rising against him
fated towards
letting his actions
speak louder.

Waiting for his emotions
to overtake
to become the monster
to become more than
but they didn’t.
More importantly
he didn’t

He was implacable

Like the game he loved
he was beautiful


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