As the night went on with silence
But one sound could be heard
the clicking of a mouse
not a creature but a device
that send commends through a house
of the computer that was running
not with legs but with fans
that send an image to be controlled by hands
although the hands had been in control
the anger in them were in a spiral
with a slam and a through
the poor innocent mouse had froze
soon the fan stopped spinning
and down with the screen that projected that had once been seen
with a rage in his eye
the controller begin to cry
out in a vulgar name
to try and reclaim what he thought was fine
or was he just insane the whole time?