Posted by Kay Salady
A pawn upon a chessboard
In someone else’s game
His soul can never be restored
For he has lost his name
Deep within a darkened pit
His innocence expelled
Somehow, Satan saw it fit
To send this soul to hell
Posted on December 16, 2012, in poetry and tagged chessboard, game, hell, lost innocence, name, pawn, pit, Satan, soul. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Thank you very much, Anders!
You’re most welcome, dear hugs.
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