The Silent Sword

(April 2,1997)

The Game of Love


Sixteen and sixteen on a field of sixty-four.
A duel to be set until a King is no more.

The Honorable Eight, destroyed, had gone down.
So with them went some strength of the crown.

Twin Towers once strong have now been felled.
Losing more might of a power once held.

Nimble Knights on the backs of mighty horses.
They give way from the weight of heavy forces.

Carriers of belief and banishers of wraith.
Sent to the heavens as a King loses faith.

And with a devastating blow he is left forsaken.
For his beloved Queen from him had been taken.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
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