Eyes glinting in the weak screen light,

Majesty unfolds itself before him

Anxious digits patter the controls,

Gracefully testing discovery

His fingers pull up on the knobs on the controller

The image swerves up with them

Power coursing through his heart

Wait until they see him

 

The headphones quakes with excitement

As his comrades congratulate him

To gain such a tool

The advantages it offers

He is no longer bound by the rules

he grins through the chatter,

Stretching his limits, gaining advantage.

Lurking behind him, someone watches carefully 

as the hacking continues.

 

In front of a different weak screen,

Someone sighs as a job is done.

Icarus throws his controller down,

Frustration and disbelief consuming him.

Banned.

He should have been more careful.