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The Master's Chesspieces
The Master's Chesspieces
"(Confutatis Maledictis...Confutatis maledictis...confu...mal...")
The first casualty of war - A Grecian urn
Dancing as spectres on rot embers at night
Your vanity and antiquity a purpose served
("Domine, cras, inquit tradidi vobis milite
Fac eas de morte transire ad vitam")
Hmm? Here comes Bobbie
The jewel of the East
From the land of my forefathers
"I'll see what he sees"
Originally abstact
In both demeanor and speech
They say he be crazy
Then crazy we be
For purity of conclusion to this
And all things
The Great experiment commences...
The toppling of Kings
A space A square
A conquered endeavor
A horse A home
A relic to severe
The frontline The infantry
A queen on a tether
With combinations altruistic
All battlefields - A lever
The General so yellow
Screams, "Onward my minions"
And exact me my glory
From crimson dear fellow
And though still I be
The object of the Game
I remain here powerless
In the conclusion I engage
Hmm Here lies dear Bobby
In lands soft and plush
Tarnished by stardom, arrogance,
And just lust
I harness my bridal
And onto the breech
The Master belies
In the succession of Kings
The first casualty of war - A grecian urn
("voca me cum benedictis")
