ScacchicA Poem by Wraith.Chess.Silhouette gathering against the board necrotic hands extend to march forward the front-lining pawns set this macabre dance in motion pryers web no longer vacant, he who is not shrouded, bereft and forlorn brougham harbinger is gaunt he gallops cautiously ahead while clock hands edging further still test one an-others flightly will bishop sails leaves trails of red out on the board a side has bled castles withdrawn from position hesitant of their next transition forced to act with most precision for all is altered with one decision The arbiter has ceased to sit the opposition feeling frit for there is no adjournment In deathly games of chess.
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Added on May 23, 2014 Last Updated on May 23, 2014 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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