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A game of chess

The battle begins
Night against morning light.
The opponents size each other up,
guessing what the other is likely to do.
The pawns begin to move,
And the game of Gods has begun.
Slowly, the knights advance to claim the queen,
the bishops rally to defense.
A clash of color upon the board,
the rise of dawn or the fall of twilight?
The queen has fallen!
As suddenly as it began,
It ended.
Night and day will face each other once again.
Does it matter who won?

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( 1 Feathers — Drop A Feather )
elfric
Aug. 1st, 2002 10:53 am (UTC)
I really like this poem =)
( 1 Feathers — Drop A Feather )

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