To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The King and the Pawn

I'm the king of the chessboard

Everyone tries to protect me

Pawns clattering in squares

In the field of black and ivory

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I'm a pawn of this chessboard

Making sure he don't get hurt

It's my sole job to protect him

And make sure everything works

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In a battlefield of monochrome

Everything's bad, good, square

No easy way to just skip on home

I gotta go through nefarious lairs

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In a battlefield of colourlessness

Everything's set in proper rules

No easy way to skip to the end

But continue the game like fools

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I am protected, but useless

Barely allowed to make a move

If they dare let me out their sight

Game over—and we all lose

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I protect, but I feel useless

My power ain't all that it proves

If I dare let him outta my sight

Game over —and we all lose

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I didn't want such a mad system

They say it's just following fate

Many have felled and lost by then

But now I'm caught in a stalemate

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Say I'm crazy to run this system

That it gives me nothing but hate

Many have felled without wins

And now I'm caught in a stalemate

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I'm the king of this planetary chessboard

For when I finally get cornered, take the bait

Everything will fall apart, they have scored

And we lose this gambled game of life—checkmate.

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I'm a lead pawn of this planetary chessboard

For when I make the wrong move at any rate

I'll lose him, and I'll lose myself overboard

And they'll win this gambled game of life—checkmate.