The Chessmaster
We are all Kings
Each possessing a Queen
All in the same game
One with the same name
What you see as your demise
In reality is your objective
Each piece a metaphor
Of our senses
Each in their own way
Doing the same thing
Who you see as your opponent
In reality is your reflection
But please do not forget the Pawn
Such a lowly Soul could be that strong
There will come a day when your Queen is sacked
Only the Pawn can bring Her back
We are ALL Kings
Each possessing a Queen
This Game of Chess our Fate
With my pieces I have won this fight
To my Self I declare checkmate
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