Playing Black

Playing Black

RC_Woods
RC_Woods
Jan 27, 2010, 9:30 AM |
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The white rain's falling,
roaring thunder breaks our peace.

Has us take up arms of calling,
darkly patient piece by piece.

As they batter down,
we pray for their crown, 
and in clashing say:

"Miss one strike, 
fail to move as fast.
To pawns and Kings alike:
err and you won't last."