Game

• Zoe Freihofer, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

Blue eyes, dark and light.
They looked at me, searched for something in my head that night.
Who was she?
What did she want with me?
The click of her heel,
My fall as I kneel,
A bond of centuries.

She took my hand,
Pulled me back to our land,
And smiled as she asked my name,
Because to her this whole thing was just a tasteless game.
I regret my choice,
I cannot rejoice,
I wish she never came.
But once again, this deadly curse to her was just a game.