The Great Game Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

We who play the great game
instinctively know our enemies
as our enemies instinctively

know us and so it has always been
across centuries thousands of
years as we each serve our masters.

Life and Death is the shadow game we play
those of us who play hard prepare to die
to live or die always ultimately for what we

believe in this never ending game power
struggles in quests to be free to enslave
we choose our sides thus we live or die.

We all play the game at various skill levels
some hide some observe act some risk all
some serve Mammon some serve Heaven

and when all the battle dust finally settles
what will be our waiting final resting place?
What rewards await those who served wrong master?

When people are prepared to fight for power
people die people are killed in such struggles
it is not called a power struggle for nothing.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock