The Horizon Strategy

October 12, 2012
By Exacting SILVER, New York, New York
Exacting SILVER, New York, New York
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Eyes shift
Like clouds and shadows
The lights go out
But it's not time to sleep

They stole the gift
Now the box is hollow
The birds fly south
Not much time to keep

The lines are drawn
And your a pawn
In a square
Reaching the end,
And your almost there.
Hope time bends
So you'll be king.

But you know that you'll walk off of the horizon

And you'll never be king because you're just a pawn.

The author's comments:
This poem is based off of chess.

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