Edgar Allan Poe

Jin

Once upon a quick match dreary, while I connected, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten moves—
While I mashed, nearly screaming, suddenly there came a beating,
As of some one gently comboing, comboing at my charactor
“’Tis some pro player,” I muttered, “comboing at my charactor—
Only this and nothing more.”