The Expendable Pawn

The king and queen arrive at last.

What is the lowly pawn’s dire Fate?

His soul is in a tortured state.

All hope for fair reprieve is past.

The bishop gives him one repast.

A cold empty lonely castle

Holds him without any hassle.

The knight stands guard for one last time.

The Angelus bells slowly chime.

He takes a sip from a vessel.

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