Saturday, 10 February 2018

poem 124

A beach like time
where chess played,
friends so long ago
as death prayed
to a game never tamed.
Still, the wind blows cold
as the knight escaped
for a day or two
just sees life anew.
But now upon a hill
all dancing to a tune.
The darkness came
upon its forever shroud
where none will escape

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