The Game

Assemble the pieces, the Knight, the Fool, the Knave.
As go's are taken, foes dispatched and sent off to the grave.

As castles are besieged, and the players call your name.
As you remember only, always, that this is simply just a game.

As it slowly dawns on you, you will let someone in.
As if we never play the game, how can we ever win?



Poetry by CJ Perrin
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Written on 2011-02-21 at 15:59

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