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Until it's checkmate

by @Jcjuatco

She have created a world, that she did not know. have appointed a pawn, to build it for her. Waited until it's done, never ever sat on it. No worries and second thoughts, trusted on her mighty wits thought this was good, Will make her the master. To go with the trends, of this fast phased ambience. Did not care on the work, Showed a little effort. while the poor pawn, was proving his humble worth. stayed late, worked overtime. to polish the demands of the demanding divine. while Time had flee, the so-called universe was done, completed the systems, of holy progress crowned. Yes! she was overwhelmed, without knowing the details, as she takes the merit, the deed and the title. Not until a flaw, was shown and highlighted, because of her ill leadership, issues have ignited. why and why, are the repeating questions, all thrown to the poor pawn, gazillion revisions. Yes she knows why, but she never cared. you can't approach and talk, but the mood was always there. All the issues, resulted from the unobserved. Scattered around, up down onboard. And you can see, the blame is always there, for the incomplete universe, she want's to give and share. as she pushes the pawn, off the high cliff, with spikes and swords, sinking quicksand beneath. as the Queen wants it, the fame and popularity, easily shifts mood, cannot adjust to scarcity. As she blames it, to the skilled pawn, turns to her scapegoat, to protect her own to misguide and uplift, one's own selves. to project a good image, and please the elves. as she was pressured, by his lord King, yes! she's pressured, without a wink. and she had slaved the kingdom, for a long long time, oh darkness ruled, as she drinks her wine. Until the pawn had chance, to gather alliance, break free from slavery, come and hear the mob's chant. Until they realized, that they are abused, given a title, that is always misused. Until the pawn reacts, had the ultimate break. saw an opening, and it's zap, it's checkmate .
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Jcjuatco
Filipino
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Written by
Jcjuatco
Filipino
Published
Feb 23, 2011
Time
4m
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(c) 2.23.11  -Until it's checkmate - jcjuatco

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