Abrupt beginning, abrupt end
I come from light, to darkness, to light again.
All the same, play the game;
Hold back love, hold back spite,
Try to make it through each night,
Each curtain call, each pawn fall –
Every piece must give their all.
The King and Queen each take their space
And thus begins the endless race.
Until the game concludes
Only eagerness exudes.
The board is set, the pieces play
All the same, every day.
The bishop slides to snag a knight,
But that knight’s spite puts up a fight.
Hell is raised, God is praised,
Lesser pieces shocked and dazed.
Their vision scarred, yet no holds barred;
Strategy a mess, moves amiss,
Vitality fades with fatal hiss.
Until the game concludes
Only ignorance exudes.
The King, he slides to take a pawn
But in a mere five moves his Queen is gone.
Duty skewed, anger renewed,
His Highness knows not what to do.
Knight’s L hop, Bishop’s diagonal slide,
Each move the King he takes in stride
‘Till every piece will disappear
And he be left behind in fear.
Begin again.
Until the game concludes
Only weariness exudes.
Blankness, darkness, emptiness,
The game reset, pieces returned,
And just what has the mighty King learned?
Quite a bit, to say the least.
But what to gain?
Sorrow upon sorrow, pain upon pain.
A King, superior in every way,
Grows tired of playing the same old game.
When did it start?
He does not know
It was far too long a life ago.
Until the game concludes…
Morning's Early Dark 