An Ode to the Pawn

In “An Ode to the Pawn”, I explore the illusion of honor and the nature of legacy.

A free verse poem with no intentional rhyming.

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it’s a curious thing

death

one day, you’ll die

and one day, i’ll die

and yet

the difference will be this

that though in the game of chess

we are all but pawns

yes

i have reached

the eighth rank

and become a greater piece

and that,

my little honorable knight,

is not the tragedy of me

but the tragedy of you

for the tricky pawn

that transcends what it is

dances in the footsteps

of the foolish pawn

that accepts what it is not

now you tell me,

my little honorable knight,

is it better to be the hero

who casts a glorious shadow

or be the playful shadow itself

whose darkness the world will never unravel?

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