Checkmate
By SMYGO4EVA
The
puppet master
Tugging the strings
Controlling a soul's fate
Playing God with their psyches
Making them dance a
never-ending dance
Of Neo Domino City,
The Satellites are the
inferior class
A pawn in destiny's game
Placing the King on
the high board
Grasping the field soliloquy
Nevertheless, the
fathoms call
A harlequin of his own right
A jester as sly as a
fox
A Cheshire grin twisting his features
All according to
plan, he thinks
The pendulum ticks endlessly
One may control
him, but the puppet master
Would take and seize his stage
His
battlefield with spirits in despair
Uttering the words as the
victor would say:
'Checkmate'
And the sword will fall
(A/N: This is my first 5D's fic, as well as my first poem about Lazar/Jeager. I actually like his English dub voice; it makes him sound more sinister.)