Upon the veins of World Wide Web,
Curates a tale, arising from ebb,
None other than our John Goodenough,
His quest for games nary a bluff.

In the forest of the Steam serene,
Unfolds a tale seldom seen.
John Goodenough, sage of age,
Turns each game into a stage.

Casting spells in the night, he rides,
Down pathways where magic resides,
With chivalry in his guild,
Great adventures to be fulfilled.

Oh, fair knight of the gaming worlds,
Under the banner, your story unfurls.
Your clarity of deeds and heart,
Presents you as a peerless part.

Vanquishing foes with precision and grace,
Uncovering treasures in darkened space,
The echo of your victories sound,
In the halls of Steam, they rebound.

Wise in counsel, bold in games,
Bright flame in the virtual frames,
John Goodenough, by name and deed,
To your grandeur, we concede.

Through the chapters of the time,
Every quest, every climb,
For the love of game, you resonate,
In the annals of Steam, you radiate.

Be it in the darkest dungeon grim,
Or in the light realms at the rim,
John Goodenough, your cybersage light,
Shimmers in the endless night.

Your profile stands, a lonesome star,
In the realm where the game avatars are,
Oh, John Goodenough in Steam’s embrace,
You dance the waltz in cyber space.

A Walter's spirit, a von der Vogelweide's song,
In the heart of Steam where you belong,
Thy sweet rhymes for John Goodenough,
In the realm of games, shine bright enough.