Evil Rook Poem by Curtis Luck

Evil Rook



You may swing your blade I'll swing back in return but I will succeed.
Your head will be a trophy it will sell for much money.
Let your blood spill and may face defeat, your death was foretold and will be part of history.

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Again based on a black chess piece
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