CHAPTER 22

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CXXVII

How many pieces

had been tossed?

This girl,

this Amber can't gain ground.

No,

the Paragon hasn't lost,

There still stand,

the royals, the crowned.


CXXVIII

Amber has always

been a hole,

There seems a tiny

time trouble,

People like her

can't be controlled,

Now the clock ticks

and tocks double.


CXXIX

You know

she is no beginner.

For a tour,

she gallops the knight.

She tries

to play a persuader,

For a lawyer's

no oversight.


CXXX

She's trying

to bargain a win.

She knows

her strength and weaknesses,

But can't forever

hide her skin

Behind

her well-heeled fortresses.


CXXXI

She's throwing in

a little kick,

Knows how to play

a little shot.

A little push,

a little flick,

Can turn to endgame

of a plot.


CXXXII

Some pieces

are still standing,

Most squares

are already empty,

Amber's trying

some unpinning.

It's time

to bring out the lady.

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