I'm a witcher by trade

not born so but made

by the mutations

training, incantations.

I'm faster than any,

stronger and canny.

Your monsters I'll fight

if your coin is right,

with silver and steel

and the magic I wield.

Then from beasts you'll be free

unless you count me.

Ups'n'downs=life for me.

Cannot keep eyes on the ball,

I've no eyes to see.

Life's point hits me; in the face.

Lonely in this place.

Walking the straight'n'narrow

Ups'n'Downs, alone.

Residing in an empty black hole.

This Long-Pong-life I know.

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  .SHIT!《GAMEOVER》

My Wonderland is shattered.

It's dead to me.

Enclosed in this damnation

this hell called my ("mind")

that place that is foreign that I must flee

to avoid that fate in which took my sister

to die, over and over again

to be raped by this place

so close away

The golden goddesses, who created this land

hid a treasure in the sacred realm,

I its guardian, casting arrows of light

Through shadow and time magically dwell,

The reincarnation of royal blood

Bestows strength to protect the force,

Aligned with Link, who in the fight

Will always determine the course.

I’m no hero

Super or otherwise

I’m normal

But my life is strange

And dark

I tried to save her

Chloe, my friend

But I can't save her

And the world

So I let the world end

To save my best friend

Like I said,

I'm no hero at all

Space. Cold. Uncaring. Void.

Planets. Stars. Separated by emptiness.

Me? I can relate to emptiness.

Teammates. Family. Gone, leaving emptiness.

What am I? Everyone cares.

Who am I? No one cares.

An artificial intelligence cares.

My imaginary friend: deluxe, fills the void.

Sometimes I wonder if it's me going rampant.