Chess
Published on Tue, 25th Aug 2026 at 01:00
And said I that my heart is cold, and said I that my voice is old, as earnest fires all but die; this path is bare in recreant proof. And said I that my soul is dead, and said I that my mind is dread, as hawthorns pierce the final beats; this garden is replete with fallen knees. And said I that my time is done, and said I that my youth is one, as dances dwell in echoes of dreams; this path is ensconced in recreant proof! And said I that my heart is cold, and said that my voice is old, will the knights promote their squires? or has the throne begat the fire?
