Sai and the Hand of God

by reminiscent-afterthought

They remember legends until the young and living rise up like a tide.

A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #60 – terza rima poetry

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Sai and the Hand of God

The snow washes out the sun
and the rain, the cool breeze
of a snapping fan when done:

The game's started. He will seize
his victory on the board
and, initially, with ease

Till the young move up toward
to him, and higher – the reward.