Dennis' Poems

Dennis Qiu 11:15 A.M. 9/6/15 (September 6, 2015) Blocks When night falls, The soulless lurk in the shadows for galls To deplete, as rid of mind, body, and soul. Yet they are no more under the scorching light, However they may live in the dark shelters, Unless lit, they forever shall remain. This universe itself is shaped by itself, Though itself and the universe differs They are one and the same, of itself. This universe is only a game, Yet itself thinks it real And explores, in whatever way it wants. The universe is full of risks; May it never cease to stop. And shall it own itself, claim itself, in peace. NOTE: This one is about a game, towards a specific audience, in which the audience have a lot of experience in gaming. I don't want people to put the answer in the comments section when they figure it out. So, it is fine to put whatever in the comments as long as it isn't the answer. TO THOSE WHO FIGURED OUT THE ANSWER: Replace the alphabet w...