The War had begun
And the warriors were upon him
Legions and legions appeared under the sun
Our hero, Wowbagger’s fate looked grim
He purveyed the view from the hill
Alongwith his sidekick Thyme
Companion would be a better word still
“Sidekick” wasn’t coined at that time
On sighting the goons Thyme said
Their numbers are in scores
We must use plan B instead
The enemy’s power steadily soars
Wowbagger knew what plan B was
And he had no intention to discuss
Thyme had picked the short straw
There was no reason to fuss
At that moment a symbol flashed
Something which started with an “S”
With all his aspirations dashed
The hero couldn’t care less
And suddenly Thyme let out a moan
He had executed plan B
Killing himself with the dagger his own
Death was all he could see
Thymes blood was of Elven kind
It strengthened the weapon they said
Hence the hero stained his sword’s behind
With the blood of his slain friend’s head
With indignant heart and vengeful blade
He rode on towards the foes
The battle shook the glistening glade
And so the story still goes
His sword had a mind of its own
Effortlessly gouging out hearts and eyes
Especially with glee it shone
When it ruptured their intestines
But fate he couldnot outsmart
A stray arrow got past his shield
And pierced through his valiant heart
The hero dropped dead upon the field
Oblivious to his dying head
Somewhere a person pressed a key
“Load Last Save” it said
Wowbagger sprang again to life with glee
But then things became crystal clear
Wowbagger knew what perspired
He exclaimed loudly “Oh dear!”
“Saving…” Was that word that had before inspired
And as he watched Thyme kill himself again
The hero had gleaned the ultimate truth
We are characters in a game
Being controlled by an obnoxious youth
