Tonight's Poet Corner: 8-Bit Night
8-Bit Night by Belinda Roddie Serve me a cherry sundae, but hold the sundae. There's a line of stars awaiting me, and I'm noisily edging my way through the maze, desperate to find a princess. They say if I look in enough castles, shimmy down enough pipes, and stomp enough earth until it's flat, I'll make something of myself. If I can't go to space, I can at least be a hero and raise a flag. Once you told me it was dangerous to go alone, but all you gave me was a sword without a voice to be my companion. The way I see it now, you always expected me to go alone. But the idea that I could go alone, and wipe out the perilous phantoms haunting my little grid - throwing shells, stealing rings, shooting invaders all while growing stronger - I think that was how I knew you put your high score on me.