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A Kings Game

With pawns to sacrifice and a king protect,
silent and wooden, they shan't object.
Ever forward and never back,
North east and north west, pressing the attack.
Denizens of the church, crossing the field,
For the King and for god, the diagonal they wield.
Castles that move, the corner they keep,
Knights riding steeds, with loyalty they leap.
Two opposing armies across the great divide,
Eight spaces by eight, the battle will decide.
A queen well regarded by all kings, they tell,
Conquering her enemies, in all directions they fell.
A king must pace himself with each square he'll try,
Avoiding all conflict or his kingdom will die.
Lo, a haven, the corner would seem,
But a trick and a trap, his enemies would deem.
With rooks and bishops and knights in play,
Behind his army, the king must stay.
For he is important to country and state,
Survive it he must or he will end up in Checkmate.

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Solaris

And here I stand, in the sky I see
A star, a sun, a ball of fire and heat he be.
He gives us warmth and in the day, gives us light,
Only subsiding in the wake of that which is night.
And now, in the summer, it graces us well,
He shines upon our world with many stories to tell.
A bright herald of holiday in the middle of the year.
A time of happiness and fun and never a tear.
And although he might vanish behind the cloud of grey,
Moments after, he would reappear and stay.
The triumphant hierarch of the solar system, he’d reign,
A being who carries the other planets with vain.
Never too far and never too near,
Around him our earth would circle and steer.
Forever he’ll rule and forever he’ll burn,
On his surface, the hellish flames will churn.
Never stare upon his shining face,
For he will blind you with his light and grace.
So keep your sunscreen or your skin he will sting,
For he is Solaris, The almighty sun King.

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What You Think: You Are

I am a winner, a thought to be spoken.
You are a winner, your pride has awoken.
Faith in yourself, your achievements are great
Don't let doubt become your weight.
Don't be afraid, let your talent soar high.
Don't be put down, or you will never fly.
Don't sell yourself so lowly to others,
For people see value, your friends, sisters and brothers.
You are capable, you must tell yourself now,
Or obstacles will rise and doubt will avow.
Why can't you see, this talent within?
Why can't you admit it, you could truly win.
You are intelligent, nothing like a fool,
Don't believe your lies, that isn't the rule.
To brand yourself these fettering names,
Your colleagues and friends would believe the claims.
This is why you should not falter,
Negative opinions, you should definitely alter.
For You are a winner and i believe it so.
Now convince everyone else, get out and go.

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A Hero Unexpected

Armor of gold and blades of light,
eyes silver and gold, fluorescent and bright.
Kind in words and strong in will,
never an undeseverving soul would he kill.
A child at sight yet old is he,
older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Akin to legend and son of myth.
Above all he'd stand, the forgemaster smith.
With blades in many and relics a few,
forever does he live, ever born anew.
A hero he claims yet is known by none,
regardless he stands with humanity as one.
Ludari, a child of Uruk is he,
Older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Forever he stands as the guardian of fate,
Let us pray and hope that he is never too late.

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The Great Trickster Bird

From what time or place does this White bird hail?
With clapping thunder and striking lightning upon shale.
A feeling of dread before a feeling of fear,
knowing but wishing the creature wasn't near.
Creaking with sneaking does the wooden floor quake,
slowly and surely, the walls begin to shake.
A trickster and eater of men they say,
once thought a tale but now truth, pray.
Safety and escape would all be for naught,
for the beast would find you with all but a thought.
Plumage of white with specks of blood,
will it ever stop? or will the bodies flood.
A hunter of man steps forth from the Frey,
intent on making the beast-bird his prey.
Stabbing and slashing with all of his might,
into the beast's eyes to remove it's sight.
Biting and tearing the bird's wings away,
ensuring it can't fly yet another day.
rendered to naught was this great bird now made,
escaping from humanity and into obscurity would it fade.
Once majestic and fearsome, the bird king now shunted.
The great trickster-bird had now become...The Hunted.

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Undying Serpentine

In many country and many tale,
the almighty serpent, a legend regale.
From east to west, the myth would thrive
in many forms, above the clouds, the creature would dive.
Many are monsters and heralds of doom,
in their mountainous lairs, the reptile would loom.
Others are wise and more docile instead,
Hoarders of knowledge and books unread.
Capable of flight and fiery rain,
Upon the wind, strong wings of twain.
Their hides are stronger than most things can pierce,
Crafty and voracious and no less fierce.
Auspicious is the dragon from china, it hails.
With flooding and rainfall, it shimmers it's scales.
Godly is the Japanese dragon, rulers of the sea,
Spiritual and worshiped by the people esprit.
The dragon of England, a tale long told,
A symbol of the kingdom, the Wyvern lives bold.
Many can be said and described diverse,
With stories of thousands with blessing and curse.
Extinct or missing, from modern eyes this day,
Yet undying in our stories, the immortal dragon will stay.

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Transient Friend

It feels like centuries, a time far from here,
Times and events, Distant and unclear.
A bond we shared through thick and thin,
Once made of steel, now as weak as foil tin.
Why did this happen? I know not how,
When did it begin? It eludes me now.
My friend, my companion of life long past,
Far from me now, time had flown so fast.
Lamenting for the time when we were like glue,
We played, we laughed. There were none like you.
I will not settle with memory alone,
I will seek you out, we shall atone.
For time we have lost, we must regail
The stories of our lives, the triumph and fail.
They say that a friend is ephemeral with time,
Fallen out of touch, but forgetting is the crime.
For we should endeavor to keep our friends,
To settle all disputes and make amends.
Don't let silence fill the void,
Or friendships will be damaged or worse, destroyed.

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Silence and Sound

Silence, a gift that offers respite from sound. 
Practiced by librarians and the palace guard duty bound. 
A moment in night when all humans slumber,
Opportunity to reflect on all thoughts encumber.
But a world is found beyond the ears reach,
Skitters and flutters, the tiniest screech.
The bloom of the red rose seemed without voice
But we cannot listen and we are given no choice.
With science and magic, a glimpse we extend
beyond human limits with speakers on lend.
Silence is a gift that offers respite profound,
but sometimes we need that which breaks awkward bound.
A simple hello, a singer on stage,
Memories are triggered from this mental cage.
A nostalgic cough, a familiar sneeze,
these things can take you to that old childhood breeze.
Silence can release you from a troubling surrounding,
but never can you recollect with naught but empty sounding.
Treasure the laughs of your children of grand,
Faces and colours are naught but desert sand.
But words will jolt said memories to mind.
Even if said sounds could be eloquent or Maligned.
Silence is a gift that offers respite renowned
But sound is a blessing of which we all surround.

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The Moon's Companion

With Fur that is white and cold to the touch,
Never had i gazed upon beauty of such.
Eyes that glowed a bright golden hue,
As soon as i saw, i had found her i knew.
Her tail was long and thick by sight,
But dance it did against the wind's force and might.
Taller she was than one man and one more so,
A sad creature she was, a ruler of pain or woe.
The arctic was her kingdom, but no one lived here,
No one to protect from pain or fear.
At the moon, she'd howl with echo and sound
As if answering the bright sphere and her masters abound.
Was she a normal creature? I thought,
Or was she a deity of the arctic kingdom she wrought.
Quiver i did by her imposing presence,
But then with her near, i would come to feel pleasance.
The Moon's companion, the queen of the unforgiving ice.
All that stand before her are naught but sheep and mice.
I stand and walk towards her eternal grace,
Ever fearful but longing to come to her embrace.
Not snarling but watching without expression,
Judging me, a human, unworthy of aggression.
Bother me, it didn't for now i stand,
for before it, i knelt, offering my hand.
Why does she cause so much emotion within?
Within my head, a melody she'd sing.
How does she possess such a compelling note?
Why would she accept me instead of taking my throat?
A beast far more graceful than a trickster and savior,
for she is far nicer in person and behavior.
Perhaps a human turned to beast from a spell or curse?
Too late, she'd sing with chorus and verse.
Considered a ruler but subjugated, she be,
Howling at the moon, to her master she'd plea.
A companion or slave, The moon's pretty hound,
Forced to stay upon this silent throne without sound.
Understand i can't for she is not human,
She is the Lunar companion, the Crowned Angel Numen.

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Alter Ego

With pale skin and eyes of green,
From two perspectives, he can be seen.
Hood of black and cape that is fine,
through hearts and souls of evil, he dives.
With arrows of justice and truth he fling,
Cutting through air, the arrows will sing.
From one side he fears and love those who save,
from another he loathes and despises them the same.
Living two lives, one truth and one lie,
which one will stay and which one will die?
Only one life can commit and thrive,
the other must vanish and one must survive.
To look back at darkness and forward at light,
A raven, an owl and a hawk, he'd fight.
But which shall he pick, which fate will he choose?
Hero or zero, what life will he lose?