pawns
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She sits atop a jeweled throne,
her lilac hair an endless stream.
Her gold eyes are all-knowing,
and her body is furled in tenebrous shadows.
She looks at the board before her.
Twisting words;
Love is hate,
Let's duplicate.
Engulfed in black,
No fighting back,
The love is gone-
I'm now your pawn.
A darkened heart meets one still white.
Pious pride leaves you overcome,
With the sense of feeling
Not price of deed.
Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet
Like chocolate
