Blue Knights

Fighting black and white knights
For a chance to survive
Swimming into a thicket of leaves
It all the beauty
And snap and pic, won't you dear?
'Cause you thrive while I flounder and die
Well, what about my knights?
What about them, you ask?
They took scissors and cut away
Unknowingly to their grave
A basket of moonshine, and a temple of fire
A wandering forest, and a beast within
To be easy and simplistic, or sprint around and sin

Shallow, without a doubt
Perhaps I should make them count
How many they lost in pursuit of freedom
Just to be rounded up and told
To pounce back on me once more
So here am I, fighting black and white knights
For a chance to survive
And use my hand, cradled in a sling
To paint and mask a new ol' thing
A blue, as light as the sky and dark as the trench
A new piece of chess

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