WSama wrote:
Such sorrow. You invert the very space you traverse into hollowness. Only the black holes in the glittery sky and the arrows of the celestial can contain such a heart.
It's just a poem and those are the only words that rhyme.
My chess poem
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The queen is vain
The rooks are mundane
The knights are insane
The bishops are a pain
The pawns are lame
The king is after ill gotten gain