Unique and talented he battles through life
he boxes his way along the dark dangers
so fearless and ready to fight for his honour
often so needlessly, and often so right
Pain and sadness is the colour of his surrounds
in candlelight I saw it, his fearful shadow moves away
when the darkness is gone for just a while
his words leave me breathless, his genius exposed
The warrior with his sword-like quill
so smart and tart, wounded and wounding
enemy and friend alike he shows no mercy
obdurate to the end
Hand outstretched he does not see it in the gloom
it would come his way in Odin's day
if the warrior were recovered from snow blindness,
now the battle is over, and I stand checkmated.
feedback van andere lezers
this is moving me J.
killea: Thank you, Marc
I'm not a steady player but I like this poem!
killea: Thank you, Liefie
nee, niet schaakmat denk ik
alleen maar een patstelling
tot de sneeuwblindheid weg trekt
héél erg mooi
killea: thank you Magdalena
anyone for chess?
I know the rules and that's it June!
killea: Rules are a start!
I'm into chess!
killea: thank you Greta