• When I move, the marble tiles ring,
    I have my orders,
    I cannot disobey,
    He faces me, His cruel helmet down,
    His steed moves towards me,

    I cannot move,

    My feet are fixed to the ground,
    He towers over me,
    His black charger pants, It is a war horse, Distilled hatred spills from its eyes,
    He draws his sword,
    It is ebony black,
    Like his armour,
    Like his steed,
    Like his heart.

    I stand alone,
    Painfully alone,

    I am enemy.
    His large head turns,
    I cannot flee,
    Like a white rabbit and a black hawk,
    He watches me,
    I desperately want to run,
    But I have my orders,
    I must stay,
    And die.
    I wonder will it hurt.
    Will there be a fiery burst of
    Pain,
    As the blade bites?
    Or will there just be nothing,
    Like a candle in a breeze,
    I don’t want to die,
    But,
    I am not important,
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    I have been ordered to stay here,
    For a strategy, for a tactical advantage,
    For those I have
    Never met,
    Never laughed with,
    Or known,
    They have not known me,
    Yet I die for them,

    The blade begins to sink,
    It cuts deep through shining armour,
    The snow white tiles stain red,
    And so goes the life,

    And death

    Of A Pawn.