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A Pawn
To you
I am no one
To you
I am no thing
In the chess game
Of your life
I have been
But a pawn
Used for your advantage
As long as you needed
Then sacrificed
And taken
Off the board
I did my best
Moved only to protect you
Keeping you on your throne
Where I still believe
You belong
Now I stand
Beside the chequered board
Blood seeping
From my wounds
Into a pool
On the tabletop
Congealing
As I stand in my agony
Watching you
Dancing around the squares
Smiling
With all the pieces
You chose
To keep
Rejoicing in your Kingdom
And though I was ousted
You are
Still my King
Yet I know
I will never be
Any more
Than just a pawn
I am no one
To you
I am no thing
In the chess game
Of your life
I have been
But a pawn
Used for your advantage
As long as you needed
Then sacrificed
And taken
Off the board
I did my best
Moved only to protect you
Keeping you on your throne
Where I still believe
You belong
Now I stand
Beside the chequered board
Blood seeping
From my wounds
Into a pool
On the tabletop
Congealing
As I stand in my agony
Watching you
Dancing around the squares
Smiling
With all the pieces
You chose
To keep
Rejoicing in your Kingdom
And though I was ousted
You are
Still my King
Yet I know
I will never be
Any more
Than just a pawn
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