So, I found this old poem which I used to be really proud of, and I decided to post it on here :D So don't blame me if this isn't as good as the other ones.
And it's game of life-esque, but I figured the title was too common so I came up with the one we have now :)
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She clenches the chess piece in her hand,
turmoil clouding up her land,
voice dripping with pure malice and corruption,
each move already her next deduction,
ruining young souls with her mere presence,
no one can see the clear resonance,
each life her next gamble,
from chess piece to chess piece, she will amble,
not a single glint of care,
none of the people she will spare.
Regrets, regrets, she always looks back,
not one of the memories she will lack,
but not even an eraser can clear a mistake,
smiles, smiles, she always will fake.
As time spirals and grows,
what she is, we will never know,
A monster? A demon? Misfortune in disguise?
inflating their minds up with lies,
her dubious words slicing through; a knife,
yes, this is the game of life.
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Poesía~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
