The Pawn

 
The Pawn

 I march onto the field of battle,

commanded by my sovereign Lord.

To face an enemy separated by difference,

in a world where no grey shades exist.

All things are labeled as Black or White.

Duty demands that I advance,

and provide protection for my brothers.

To angle an attack on the opposition,

or blockade the incoming hordes.

I leave all up to tactics.

Pushing forward I embrace my fate.

There is no turning back.

The tide of war has begun.

The cavalry maneuver into position,

as the clergy make their rounds.

Both attempt to protect, and save us all.

Our bastions stand strong and inspire;

on open files we make our charge.

And in valor, some of us shall triumph.

Others meet an untimely death.

The battle is almost at an end.

Survival of the melee has made me lucid.

And even now, as I reach for glory,

I feel stripped of all my masculinity.

My promotion enlightens me.

For alas,

I shall never be a king.


Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 4/8/2009 3:41:23 AM
Well written and thought out. You give the lowly pawn his due here. I think you should send this in to chess clubs.

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Synopsis
A symbolic narrative told from the perspective of a chess piece.
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It helps to have knowledge of how the game of chess is played, but isn't necessary.
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