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Knight cornered, both in each end
Pawns slowly diminished in their lane,
She gotta move, even if she'll need to chose,
'Bishop - I'm sorry, it's you I got to lose.'
Half of my kin they murdered,
'Are you proud that you we feared?'
Queen - nervous of her next moves
Can she trust her King to get the gold?
One wrong move and it's over,
Sacrifices herself - 'Please kill all silver!'
But she realized, her King is not yet sober,
Checkmate for her, White is his lover.
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Altum Uchū: Beauty of Pains
PoetryA space meant for poems. The sufferings and pain of yesterday. And the pain of the what ifs and why nots. A mind works differently alone
