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Feudal Conflict (Free verse) by Dovina

On a checkerboard of days and nights, Lined and rowed and numbered, Pieces move about and joust, Capture, slay, and mate. A gallant knight, you charge ahead, Then abruptly turn to challenge. My pawn and queenliness Held forked and fated, Not both can possibly escape. You can have the pawn if you’re so blind. Strike it down, then gasp while a queen smiles sassy at your king. In check, you call a bishop, Then she slays your holy man. Next time you’ll look beyond, forgo the easy threat, Leave the vulnerable pawn, And protect yourself instead For you, my friend, have felt the heated eye Of an insulted queen.

jroday 26-Jan-05/2:10 AM
Feisty indeed is she.checkmate! 10




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