The Watcher sees the quick exchange 'twixt farmer and the man. Her heart skips a giddy beat, Has she perceived the plan? Eggs take very long to hatch, As slowly as seeds grow. Life doesn't wait—calamity Deals many a heavy blow. But finally, and finally— Could we dare believe? The time is now, the minion steps In, the pressure to relieve. Pawn from F7 to F6, The mess I cannot fix, But slings & arrows, sticks & stones, I'll fling into the mix. Now gallop, horsey, dance dear Queen, Perhaps go get the cleric? For in the rhythms of the dream, We'll build the esoteric.
Sitting in the shadows Looking at the hill Seeing all the travellers Fighting - good 'gainst ill Strolling round the countryside Dabbling in the shallows Watching others grow and bloom Addicted to the gallows Now, she spies a wanderer Bearing sticks and stones Building a brand new kingdom Out of planks and bones
I have already died upon the hill It was not worth the battle. The Light of thorns and sacrifice Are not worth the pain and blood and chattel. There needs to be a gentler place Of healing 'longst the race, Where I can sit and integrate The lessons of cruel fate. I must not falter or desist I must continue onward I must do and do and not resist Keep on moving forward. And so we play on, drinking tea Knight to E7 he breaks free cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Knightbreaksfree.png
