Ce n’est pas un Poème!

Don’t tread on me, my sweet little Dove!
You don’t want to free the Peregrine now, do you my Love?
Thanks to my dear Life, you cannot
play a game that It has not played before,
at least a thousand times with me.
So, what are you waiting for? Come and let the game begin!
And we shall play a game of chess,
on infinite blocks of pure black and white –
with our Bishops and their leaping Knights’ barren swords;
but do not tread on me, I’m not your diving board!

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