Foolish was my days of young
Steaming like a runaway train
With mounting tension- highly strung
With destructive speed only towards pain
Stopping for nothing and for none
If only I new there will be no gain
Tumbling down the cliffs I came
O how I wished I could fly
Crushing into waters with no name
Drinking the pain that would not pass me by
Tragedy followed all the same
Breaking my wings so there I would lie
Completely helpless unable to weep
Searching as answers ran from me
Eventually losing the will to sleep
Strong, fast, how could this be?
O how high this mountain, how steep!
To where this new path I would have to see
Finding a doorway, it leads to the net
This I could follow without my two feet
Speaking to many the stage was now set
Happy and willing new friends to meet
A white knight there was, with horse I bet
Followed him down a black and white street
Friendly and honorable his family was
Living in house with 64 rooms
Each member his own rules he has
The bishop is present with bride and the groom
Many soldiers to keep them in line
In towers they hide from their doom
For the love of chess
The real ART of WAR
Johan Duplessis
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