You played me,
just a chess game…
Grinned as you
planted every pawn,
wading your way!
Jigsawn, planning
ahead… Next step and
the step after…
Eating me up, taking
me down,
bit by bit, one piece
at a time.
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You played me, mocked me,
dragged me in the mud…
When my king fell flat,
should’ve guessed it would end in blood!
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Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge prompt: Blood
Awesome Cyranny! Great poem!
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