Ode 2 DOS

DOS you were my home
mildew growing on the ceilingĀ 
the games i treasured you hid well
i found them with a command spell

then towers rose
above my dungeon
was too weak
to fight the engine

windows made of diamantine
sunlight blowing through
no grass, no dust
just sterile lust
a galvanizing noon

above my home
gates stood,
over everything, everyone he had crushed

and home was not the same
everything was a game