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CHESSBOARD

Poetry By: moonphish
Poetry


i can't even play checkers


Submitted:Jul 2, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   


upon your mental chessboard

yes, i used to be a king
i shuffled, deft, along your squares
surveying everything
i had a scepter and a crown
and hymns to me you'd sing
upon your mental chessboard
yes, i used to be a king
upon your mental chessboard
yes, i used to be a knight
an armored man upon a steed
in sudden scattered flight
i yearned for luscious victory
a taste for bloody fight
upon your mental chessboard
yes, i used to be a knight
upon your mental chessboard
yes, a bishop i had been
a habit so religious
with your virtue wearing thin
an angel in black robing
with a devil of a grin
upon your mental chessboard
yes, a bishop i had been
upon your mental chessboard
i am now a lowly pawn
a person among many
that you cast your favor on
no crown nor steed nor bible
all these vestiges are gone
upon your mental chessboard
i am now a lowly pawn




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