Fire burns in so many ways. From the first strike to the steady burn of hours. Who thought it would apply to more than the flame. Ah well, it is all games, and some more dangerous than others. Well, not all games.
Tis all a chequerboard of nights and days Where Destiny with men for pieces plays And hither and thither moves and mates and slays And one by one back in the closet lays.
But leave the wise to wrangle and with me* The quarrel of the universe let be, And in some corner of the hubbub coucht Make game of that which makes as much of thee.
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Where Destiny with men for pieces plays
And hither and thither moves and mates and slays
And one by one back in the closet lays.
But leave the wise to wrangle and with me*
The quarrel of the universe let be,
And in some corner of the hubbub coucht
Make game of that which makes as much of thee.
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*Not /actually/ me. This is not an IC poem.
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