e2
I boldly go forward, restricted to only take one step at a time. Black and white battlefield is all my world has ever been. I only look straight ahead, to strike or be struck down, such is the game of my life. Duty-bound, I’m a soldier marching forward… one step at a time.
I wonder if she knows me. I wonder if she can tell me apart from the other 7 just like me. I wonder if she even cares about my existence. I know she keeps company of those higher up the order. I wonder if she knows I’m falling in love with her.
The battle starts, and I make the first move.
Two steps forward, awaiting the sword that might strike me down, making me the first sacrifice. Now that I’ve cleared her path, she sweeps forward, dancing elegantly back and forth on the battlefield, striking down those who threaten our sovereignty.
One step forward, I now come face to face with the enemy. With diagonal slash of my sword, I win this battle, and can live on for a few more moves, if only to see her. I am unafraid to die, but my only sadness is that I would give my life to defend her, but she would give hers to defend him.
November 25th, 2007 at 10:22 am
Even though I didn’t know what you were trying to express at first (until you told me), I loved the imagery and description to poured into this piece. It shows you spent a good deal of time in attempting to perfect it and you did well.
November 25th, 2007 at 4:34 pm
as usual G, your writing is like a movie playing in my head. very beautifully written, as always.
you never fail to bring out my emotions with your writing. gorgeous. 
November 25th, 2007 at 11:13 pm
Really Good
You should write some kind of novel.
Id read it.
November 28th, 2007 at 2:24 am
No clue what you’re talking about.
November 29th, 2007 at 3:17 pm
Just a hint…
Think of the initial layout of a chess-board, and then check out what piece is placed at the square e2.