Sonnet 087
Laijon Liu 20160511
Farewell my dream, you were once too promising
Why I must hang on this losing game of chess?
Black king and black queen each other clutch
Carry on their tragic romance, a slow death dance
This battle board is made for victory or loss
Every piece must charge and ready to sacrifice
No castle for hiding, no armor is strong
No surrender allowed, no move is skipped
Black and white suffer the same fate
Swords pierce into hearts, blood rain nonstop
Fallen pieces not honored, back to mass grave
Only a few stand to claim an empty board
How that in dreams we have all
But awake, all pieces are lost?
