Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 22
The knave resents the light of truth,
For life’s a loss, a game uncouth.
Without a king to end the fight,
He’ll face his fate in silent fright.


In Russian:

Гад прозрению не рад,
Ведь убогой жизни мат,
И без шаха перед тем,
Он получит, в страхе нем.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
59
   Ejiro
Please log in to view and add comments on poems