The King's PawnsA Poem by N. GutierrezI wrote this poem for a creative writing class I took last quarter. I hope you enjoy it.
The King’s pawns are gathering around our rustic lawns, wounds festering. Grinding cogs and whirling wheels simulate the cutting of the sapphiric emerald blade’s heels, endlessly oil letting. Draining seconds from the vein that heralds the coming of untold mechanic bane, plotting and claiming. Bounty hunters of the opposition consuming until the acquisition, of the King’s crowning. © 2008 N. Gutierrez |
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