The Quest
Oft I ponder the quest that I have been delivered upon
Whilst laying in the midst of a field of straw
Mine eyes gazing in the sky with it’s hews of gold
Not far from here lies the battlefield
Forthwith there will be bloodshed and mayhem
But as I rest my weary bones upon the coolest of thine earth
Mind over matter is what I behest
Is it the goal to capture the king as in a game of chess
Am I the pawn sent out earliest to set the tone
For the rest of the game to follow
Or be the fortunate survivor having played a skilled match
My protector some unknown hand
Guiding my way whilst I traverse through an army ahead
Each step a calculated risk that could end in my demise
Somehow out of my control yet each of my moves
Dictating where this may all end
Devout to the King
But looking to create a new Queen
That will carry on the lineage I am here to shield
Thus I start my day
Andreas Simic©