jueves, 28 de junio de 2007

Chess Poem

submitted by Anon

He stares at you,
Watching your every move.
Does he know?
He makes his move.
You breathe again,
Counting on logic,
You see it all come together.
Hoping that your accusations are true,
Calm and quiet, you make your move.
You take a deep breath,
Hoping the next game is as lucky as the last


kings knight and queens rook fell side by side one night
the new days light puts them back in line
the rook waits for night to fall again watching as the knight takes many a pawn


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