He stimulates with a glance,

Things best left to Fate or Chance.

He calculates the moves he makes,

It's just the price of higher stakes.

He understands the grasping hands,

Lifting, sifting, through the sand.

He reprimands his longing youth,

And searches onward toward the truth.

He integrates his heart and soul,

And extends his goals to full control.

He congratulates and conquers all,

Prepares his victims for the fall.

He reaches deeply through the night,

And passion burns upon first sight.

He can't understand his pounding heart,

Which threatens to tear his world apart.

He takes a stand in hopes of tomorrow,

And grasps the strands of yesterday's sorrow.

He shares his embrace in love so pure,

Indeed The Children Shall Endure.