THE BISHOP Daggers ...

THE BISHOP

Daggers in the shadows, Clink against the cobble stones, Revenge is in the air and players of that board checkered the floor, Splinters in my feet as I walk the boards, Hissing in the corridors, Snakes slither the floor, Can't promise the world if they can't talk any more, And can't hardly whisper if they no longer walk, Into the shadows I stalk, A mystery in the miseries of humanity, To turn one's back on the almighty, I'll be waiting and oh what I sight to see, The man himself without guard or armour, In the unassuming grips of laughter, Enjoy what the lord gave you, For your last night on this earth, Revenge on my lips, Revenge of the bishop, If you're asleep when I visit, it cannot hurt.

By Laurence Fuller, 2022 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art/web3