But Pawns

[Guest Foe Calibur]

‘Cross seas of doubt, in mortal eyes,

Within our tempered souls doth lie, the key to kingdoms, farther still,

Than those we reach… than those we try…

 

‘Cross fields of hope, ‘twixt vales of pain,

Astride such odds, strive not in vain, our yearning love, our lives, our lust

These sentiments, our soul entrusts.

 

Fogs deception drifts ‘ere hence,

In times of scarlet woe’s repents, we strive to see the light of day,

Adrift cloudy skies we find our way.

 

Burning through, with hallowed guise,

In seas of guile lay our prize, the light we seek, the light we find,

Shall hence impel thine con demise.

 

Venture ‘ere, chance woe, try fate,

Innocence, not found, less bate, be lost forever now and more,

Note not failure, lest goal abate.

 

For I be to you as men to mead,

I stand forever, hear my plead, to spawn avail in face of vice,

And see to those who dare proceed.

 

Life’s but a game we’ve fought to win,

But pawns we stand in morning’s din, to strive for more, to reach the top,

But alas we bear no more than skin.

 

We will, some day, it shall be so,

Reach the grounds we barely know, to take stand atop the fields of gold,

Triumph at last, the world below.

[Gyrfalcon]

*Gyr applauds* I really like your images...