ChessA Poem by Bryan Micheni
This is what we have become:
Disapawntments with heads held high, And you, my queen, torn from your king... Sweet straight line drawn, and castle's honour Forgotten... Not for a while, But seemingly for good... And i, once knighted in your nobility, No longer stands on the board of your heart... And fate's final Checkmate States my defeat, and our end... © 2011 Bryan MicheniAuthor's Note
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