Overpowered

Money and fame, the things they attained,
began to lose the interest in the naming
games they used to love to play.
Sullenly, they tried to keep on moving
into another day of dollars changing
hands again. Worn and torn, bedraggled,
by the iron chains that shackled all
their movements to the goals that
they attained.

It used to seem they really loved the game.
They never thought they'd have to pay
the cost of every win and loss arranged.
Magic powers, secretly estranged.
Lightning lashing out before the rain.
They rose yet one more time to find
the peak of their exhaustion, battling
the downside of the grave.

The news at ten reported loss, without
the feel of pain that held them mired
in the style of their lives. Less and less,
the love of heart became... until that
fateful day when, overpowered by
the flame, they fell into their hearts
and souls again...

? Michaelette ?

7/8/2002
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