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Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to The Dance of Black and White. Someone read it and asked me to do a sonnet for Pong as well, so I did. Enjoy.
They gather in heaven and fall like rain
And form a jagged, forbidding mountain
The endless mission may drive one insane
For this peak may flood one like a fountain.
Guide ye the stones with grace, speed, and with thew
Lest the great crag the world overpower
The arranged blocks will vanish like dew
That's new-formed upon morning's first flower.
Delights, wonders such as you've never seen!
The sky sheds her tears in red, gold, and green.