The Quest

Oft I ponder the quest that I have been delivered upon Whilst laying in the midst of a field of straw Mine eyes gazing in the sky with it’s hews of gold Not far from here lies the battlefield Forthwith there will be bloodshed and mayhem But as I rest my weary bones upon the coolest of thine earth Mind over matter is what I behest Is it the goal to capture the king as in a game of chess Am I the pawn sent out earliest to set the tone For the rest of the game to follow Or be the fortunate survivor having played a skilled match My protector some unknown hand Guiding my way whilst I traverse through an army ahead Each step a calculated risk that could end in my demise Somehow out of my control yet each of my moves Dictating where this may all end Devout to the King But looking to create a new Queen That will carry on the lineage I am here to shield Thus I start my day Andreas Simic©