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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Selfish Knight and His Lady Sixteen pieces for me Allotted the same for you But, it always begins with Me first Unless the 'me' is you... Whereupon, like Alice in her checkerboard world, It's up to me to find our way. It's up to you To find my way... I have been both pawn and knight (never bishop nor king) And our Queen moves so many ways She never fails to make me spin. "Capture the Queen, Capture the Queen..." I hear the forever cry Emanating from the bishops Holed up in their towers... Chanting fealty and Romance Singing of lady-love and noble favors As I plod forward, a foot-soldier, Or jump in frenzied el The maniacal knight An endless quest... For her turn (Your turn, that is, my Lady) Comportment and Courtly manners To match Courtly silks and tresses Follow you in saffron mornings All through glades of twayblade and cocksfeet; Ever gathering, ever in the light While light be present... 'Til evening's soft glow Guides you home. Took long years for one mortal To build a pointed arch. Arms extended Through other arms And tokens and chivalry pristine, To your lofty heart. But you removed the keystone And that house of worship fell. Unlike Samson in Gaza Yours was no righteous strength But some preternatural power Summoned forth from within. Sui generis An altogether different vacuum-genesis As lightning came from a dark, deconsecrated space Not creation, but Her black twin. As it was, so I deserved. So here we are Moveable pieces of glass cliché, Infidels to the universe of Good Imprisoned on a board Within a game Of skill, a game within mirrors, a game Within infinite possibility and paradox Moved by, after all, an unknown hand. And still, after all that, it is my fault. We all learn that Glass pieces, when struck, By light, or love, or luck Make fine parade of color But cast no shadow. Well, not The hollow ones fashioned like you, The one imprisoned my soul, Turned prism opaque, Forced the flight of radiant light... But, fine pieces they do chip, Or splinter, Or break. That's why they move When someone shouts, "Off with her head!" So it is, after all This fear which motivates ... And dispatches all.
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