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The Chessmaster (Free verse) by Sterling5583
I come from a world of black and white. I come from a world where to live is to fight. My eyes see this world as usual and norm, While yours might see it as darkness with storm. Under the veil of chaos there is one constant, The same in your world, how all are bent. Everyone is driven by someone or something, To give to and to guard those under their wing. At birth children shall start out as a pawn. Goal: to reach the 8th rank of the board they're on. Given enough time and the right protection A pawn may reach the end, and to end is to begin. When reached, the 8th offers things never before seen To become a Knight, a Bishop, a Rook, or Queen. Each piece is parallel to something in your world These are my most basic beliefs unfurled Then came the day when we met on your board. I kept you away with a common ward. I didn't recognize you and had absolutely no clue, Such idealism and innocence could exist in you. By observation I learned much of your reality, About beauty, evil, dreams, and family. I believe I can live in both worlds now well, But consider these next thoughts I will tell. The classic blonde and blue eye clich? of beauty. Is analogous to a sailor's flare gun at sea. After beauty's attracted someone's attention, Then begins the real challenge to nurture affection. But there are plenty more ways to catch someone's eye, Sometimes, all it takes is a straightforward 'Hi'. The straight black and white world began to shade. And my do or die attitude started to degrade. I saw a new dimension, with new priority. A mission in your world, with old rules for me. My mission is to guard a pawn's fate and life. If necessary, to die to protect her from strife. My plan is to become a shadow guardian Be anyone and leave no trace of where I've been Be a copycat, to invoke personalities, to mime. Look for strangers whom appear to have stepped out of time. That stranger who just doesn't fit in could be me. The costume is a way to protect my anonymity. I may make a spectacle, but I will never interfere. I'll just make my presence known, so you know I am near. I will watch from shadow, you'll not see me By your command, to serve, I'll be ready.

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