A legend is sung of when a gamer was young Who dreamt knights were brave and bold His inner eye died And a void was supplied with fears to feed it's gorge It seemed that the lad would be torn by foes Or made into a being of stone Then a console appeared TO MANY GREAT CHEERS A 360 on the throne My imagination was saved that day by a hunk of plastic and metal It lives on piece by piece in the numbers by my name. Many tears and blood have been shed in recieving them. And they will never be taken