There she sits,
My youngest of three.
Playing her games,
And dreaming her dreams.
Running through zombies,
Killing the witch.
The tank died in midair.
“Mom, it’s a glitch.”
Jumping into portals,
As Glados talks on.
One little robot,
One little gun.
There’s the Cheshire,
With his riddles and rhymes.
She’s beat Alice’s madness,
So many times.
Now she’s mining,
Perfecting her craft.
Building her mansions,
With just a pick ax.
Discovering worlds,
And forming prides.
Taming a T-Rex,
On Royal Skies.
There she sits,
Discovering no clues.
That she will always be,
My little muse.
