A/N: sigh I have writters block and writting different stories tends to help. I'm sorry my 'Sleeplessness' readers, but you'll just have to wait.
Enjoy.
Word Count: 106
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To: The Chessmaster
From: A Pawn Peice
Checkmate
I am not delusional,
Nor am I feigning,
The innocence I lost so long ago.
So, tell me now;
Why do you lie?
Why not explain?
Don't start to pretend you don't know.
I have spent too long,
Too long of my life,
Living how you want me to.
'Don't do anything rash'
Of course I won't.
I'm your little puppet, after all.
Or was it 'pawn'? I cannot seem to remember.
Yes, pawn, you old Chessmaster.
A pawn, nothing more than a soldier,
Though this soldier is not tamed yet.
So, no, I won't do anything rash,
But I will be your pawn no longer.
Checkmate, care to play again?