The Pawn
The ten minute war is over,
The kings are both long gone,
All that's left is one white pawn
That somehow hasn't fallen over.
His paint's covered in the brawn
Shade of the enemy kings blood,
The one that was once his bud.
Yet now, he's holding the crown
That he picked up from the mud
And that was now righfully his.
Because that's how the custom is,
The one who killed in cold blood
Is now meant to become the king.
© Fram
The kings are both long gone,
All that's left is one white pawn
That somehow hasn't fallen over.
His paint's covered in the brawn
Shade of the enemy kings blood,
The one that was once his bud.
Yet now, he's holding the crown
That he picked up from the mud
And that was now righfully his.
Because that's how the custom is,
The one who killed in cold blood
Is now meant to become the king.
© Fram