And thus, take your place on chess-board.
We are on two ends of the cord.
You’re a pawn, who confronts the queen,
You are on a tip of my pin.
One step can decide beforehand
Our fate. But you must understand:
Step back and wait out – checkmate.
Catch your breath and cross over the trait.
Step over and… win? Just a fake!
I don’t want to miss my lucky break
And so, I'll tie up at the line.
It’s nonsense! But nonsense is mine:
Your ins and outs are known for them.
I can't be better than I am...
I'll teach you to see without eyes –
So you’ll distinguish truth from lies.
Fly forward till you'll find a hole
And wait me there. This rigmarole
Is very hard and tangled riddle.
We’ll meet each other in the middle
Of vortex. Dare and don't surrender.
Remember: everything’s pretended.
VII. A tournament
© Copyright: Морхайнт Амрита, 2011
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