I, the pawn
Like a sullen orb of mercury He sprawls across the chessboard Shapeless, Surrendered, to be shaped As destiny wills him to be.
Earth trembles, The board shakes; Sluggish, he slithers From one square to another.
Wind blasts, The board shivers; He slides from PQ2 to PQ4.
Fire spreads, The board burns; He waits, untouched, Watching the curling Chessboard of life.