The pawn is nothing ‘till it becomes a crux with all the details
As the bishop and the queen black out and see rails
Running amuck and in circles around its body
And he’ll watch silently until he becomes the focality
They’ll reflect on their matter of their birthright
What makes them different is not the power the uphold
For all can do anything with the moves they have foretold
In themselves their advantages are unique and either can make the other meek.
nobody will come looking so
i’ll stay in my room
in the corner, the woods
have so much more to say
for it cannot whisper
unless you’re trapped away
and then i won’t crave more
for the graveyard won’t be a tomb
but a mourner will still be in the neighborhood
the hole in the donut lets her stay
and she’ll make death revolve around her
for in the land where those ghost see their bones
the power within you makes you stronger to.